I sign another line. This time, I do not think about the hoops and swirls and dots. I don’t stop to break a stroke. My hand is stable and my eyes are dry. I flip the paper. I sign another line… …It was a long time ago. When I was young, younger than you are […]Read more "I am Christmas Morning"
I walk the edge of the crowd watching for cracks in the pavement like a child. And like a child, I stare at the ostentatious drunkery that dances around me. I convince myself that I am within myself and outside of everything else. I tell stories in my head about the people I see and […]Read more "Hope for Love is My River of Slime"
I listen as he talks. His hands move in sync with his mouth. His fingers and his voice dance together in perfect modulation. His wavelength is hypnotic and while he is not talking to me directly, I am transfixed enough to forget temporarily that he has trained himself to perform this wonderful manipulation, “Diane claimed our program […]Read more "Between Men"
So, here I am again….let my guard down and started to let someone in and they backed out. This time was three months. Sometimes it’s less than that, sometimes it’s a little longer, but not by much. I’m tired. Tired of pretending that it doesn’t matter. That the next Mr. Right Now is around the […]Read more "Forever Alone?"
He planned to go down with his ship. A good Captain always does. He didn’t realize others would go with him. He didn’t realize how fast a ship can sink. He didn’t realize a lot of things. But here he is. Standing outside his bar. His hands in his pockets and eyes towards the sky. […]Read more "O Bartender! My Bartender!"
I am a rapt lover. Wrapped in love. I love all over. I am stagnant in a fugitive moment. Flashing touch. Fleeting and focused. I love all over. Twisted. Tangled. Transfixed on emotion. Every word. Every breath. I am attached and devoted. I love all over. I adore and he desires. I am high and […]Read more "I Love All Over"
“This child can scream,” I think to myself. I can barely stand his shrieks. I wait a few minutes before glaring at his mother. While these seconds pass, thoughts grow within me; I can go places that she cannot go. I can sleep when I am tired or stay up all night if I want […]Read more "This Child Can Scream"