queer – Reaching Joy

Lucky Charms

I think I want to write about you, now and how you weren’t just another girl off the street, like so many people I meet.I want candor, I want graceI want someone who walks and dances with some paceand on our mutual friend’s birthday, you did just that. You walked in: black, flared pants withContinue reading “Lucky Charms”

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?”

Perspective

Some humans think in music — others, think in words, silence in the middle. Rhythm, beat, rat-a-tat-tat That some humans can have a melody swim into their consciousness, one of their own design, not a carbon copy from their Spotify Weekly, is a miracle. Poets, we, too, are miracles and, if you didn’t already knowContinue reading “Perspective”

Perfect Storm

What can I tell you about her? She is bold. When I met her I felt like lightning had struck the chair — I’ve written about suns before, but this woman is full human, full knowledge, full becoming. She strikes when I least expect it, becoming beauty around all of its edges, the tree branch,Continue reading “Perfect Storm”

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”

Defining

Should I tell you how much I see in you, or have you seen it in my eyes, first? You sit across from me, six feet apart, yellow lemons scattered on the plastic pool between us. Your quick glance to the side when you’re thinking of what to say, when you realize I am lookingContinue reading “Defining”

Sun

You are a star in a sky I have not seen, you are a drop of rain in a hundred deserts and desserts because walking in the rain can be fun with ice cream and an umbrella, no? Your voice plants bits of light under my skin, your slender frame and well-styled hair have meContinue reading “Sun”

“B”

I thought I knew you from another room, but you said your name was Gaby and I only knew one of you, (and I didn’t want to know Gabby again). So I crumpled up “b” into a box, pushed it to the back of my closet, burned the closet, and looked up, at you. Continue reading ““B””

Too Much

So – do you think this neighborhood is too gay for you, maybe too poor for you and oh, that means too dangerous for you? Are you just so uncomfortable when you see people who are not like you because you’re not gay – gosh, no; and you’re not poor, not gonna steal some stuff off someContinue reading “Too Much”