She is so much and then some — I cannot go into skin and mind detail or I will become a balloon, released into the sky. Kissing is something I’d do to taste all of you, not part. (Note: next time you’re on a park bench, pay attention to her eye color). Floating bodies orContinue reading “Chance”
Category Archives: time
Eleven
It is a beautiful number, when you consider it carefully. The gentle “l” sound, followed by another “e” not in your face “Eeee” but an “eh” that reminds us it’s more modest that it looks. “Ven” to see, I see, they saw? I don’t remember conjugation well but I do remember the eleventh of September.Continue reading “Eleven”
Remember?
Tell me, almost a year ago, I sat in this same spot and wrote about the beginning of quarantine now it’s 2021 and not 2011, not 2019 nor 2020 hardship it’s continued inside days and different definitions of reality. It’s owning 20 masks for your 7 days of the week, weeks are still 7 days,Continue reading “Remember?”
Here I Am
To say, express, write – to get off our collective chests: I am feeling lonely, in need of touch, in need of social contact. How did the Castaway do it? (He did it by acting in a movie). What to do? Creativity. Imagining: Outdoor soccer distanced passing (usual passing) with fellow Brooklyn queers And aContinue reading “Here I Am”
Here, Again
(love) held me on this bench at a different time — a year or two past, September from last spring. I pop up from the ground fall planting miracles around me . What an era. What a time to be wearing a mask with a knowledgable woman who knows the names of books, and shapes,Continue reading “Here, Again”
Inventions
Think not of then, nor of what could be. Think of now. I dare you. Can you? Consider it as it floats by, untethered, tethering you. Thinking is an invention, no? of our foremothers, of species reconciling past and present into future possibility? No god nor head of state; No hidden truths, no sufferingContinue reading “Inventions”
New York June
Oh, you have me patient, my love, waiting for this long to know if you are out there or not can’t you not just come around, show yourself at a party, on a plate — let me eat you up for our first meal, then ask you on a date. Oh, I am so readyContinue reading “New York June”
The Kitchen
The ottoman sits, four legged, brown bodied with flowers sewn in pink and gold, green leaves trailing off the edges. I’ve seen it every day, this quarantine. Next to it, the refrigerator stands silver, tall, certain — more spacious than we could have bet on for a three bedroom in Brooklyn — humanized withContinue reading “The Kitchen”
Q-tips
Q-tips feel good when I scratch inside my ear, try to find what’s living in there. Is it guilt for being “the golden child,” my sister running away to the Hewitt playground because of the dark shadow behind me? Maybe it’s associations, trauma, changing the narrative as a practice, taking gentle effort, taking time?Continue reading “Q-tips”
Uncle Sam, Grand Manipulator
Men have manipulated women, (cis, white, straight, rich men*) have manipulated humanity for the past 10,000 years.** Claims for power. Manipulation. Go hand in hand. Oh yes, I am Sam, I am. You named specifics and then said no to the full package. You manipulated. You played with our desires, men, And I speak forContinue reading “Uncle Sam, Grand Manipulator”
Reaching Joy 