I woke up angry
in my head, about all the ways you had failed me.
I set aside all my Zen,
the gratitude and forgiveness
to give this, too, a voice, and then got distracted
by a bird on the balcony rail
over the dark, empty street
and took some pictures, instead, street lights bright against
the dark; concrete not yet heated, but still
hard with the echoes of the night
before, fading now, evaporating along
with the darkness as the hour advanced.
It’s daylight now and I don’t want to lose the dream.
What is your heartbreak telling you today?
Heartbreak. What does that really mean?
I know, it’s a cliché. I’m literal. You may say it’s obvs, but play along with me because I think you know where I’m going…I contend it’s not your heart that’s broken at all. Your heart may…
First in an anthology of coming out stories
Five days before her eighteenth birthday, Samantha’s father died of a heart attack. He was only 44. It was a month after she graduated from high school and by then, she had already acquired a taste for married men. …
If you have ever driven a car on black ice — if you have lived through the white-knuckled tension that slams you into your seat while you rocket forward, free-floating over the surface, no resistance…you know that even in the best of circumstances, it is a shit-your-pants experience.
Is that really a thing?
Happy Pride 2018, Fort Lauderdale!
I have been — more than once — accused of being too literal. I like the play of words, I often focus on semantics. Words are very important in my world — lesbian, gay, straight, bi, married, wife, girlfriend, squeeze…
Let me say right from the start, I don’t have the answer to this question. What kind of “losing of self” are we talking about?
No, I don’t mean the kind that you do when you close out the rest of the world and immerse yourself in enjoyment with a…
Is it some masculine thing, then, this judgment that is like some
fucked-up sense of what is right and strong, not weak or insignificant?
She sits alone, the taste of pennies in her mouth — a stringent dryness,
the wave heaving upward, like the tide swell shoreward, bringing, then
leaving behind salty…
As I do often, today I have been pondering the butch-femme continuum: it’s one of my favorite conversations. This dialog is unending because the nuances are as varied as the women who wear the clothes…or lipstick, or chains, or boots, or tee-shirts, or fill-in-the-blank. …