I hear your voice breathless and urgent making your request. I feel my heart, thumping, jumping dancing in my chest. I cup your face, pressing into you– slow, slow– You pull me in, gasping, your lips releasing endearments into my ear.
What magic what survived the holocaust of the bitter edged sword, its flailing sparks upon the stone of US, is drawing a last breath. Seeking peace, I closed my drying eyes, and fell into the netherworld of unreal things, wished real‑ And you, with your lofty, oblivious loyalty, bent to kiss my lonely lips, And for that sharp moment all was as it had been THEN. My brain uninformed, drowsy‑ reality a stone’s throw away, but pale beside the stronger images of THEN‑ Shrouded and sealed in that trustplace, Sleep. from
Open letter to a friend whose heart is battered…. I remember that you were there for me when I was going through a lot and had no one. So I will do my best to be here for you, now. In this life, you have to separate your mental and emotional things, your habits, your beliefs–like laundry. Whites over there, colors over there, delicates there. You can’t throw them all in together or the colors will bleed and what was once pure and white is now sullied. Some things must be kept apart, some things put together, and you always …Continue reading →
Sometimes we forget the gray areas. The innocuous middle ground that is so often overlooked because it doesn’t scream at us like the extremes do. It’s why certain things are overlooked; like the independent voters, the agnostics, reputable, stable, feminine lesbians, and the middle class. It had occurred to me that sexuality holds its own equidistant region. We have often heard of that relational designation of fuck-buddy (FB), and the other one of Friends with Benefits (FWB), but I contend there is another. The one in the gray area, which has remained undefined, and perhaps under-utilized… FWPB. Friends With Partial …Continue reading →
Lila sits at the bedside of her stricken partner, Ruth, praying for her to wake up. Aneurysm. Surgery. Prognosis unclear until she opens her eyes. They had just bought a home together, begun building a life. Now Ruth fights to live, while Lila fights to stay strong. In those brief moments of pseudo-clarity, Ruth is aware of her own fear. Dark tentacles embracing her, pulling her away from lucidity, survival. Yet inside that fear lives another, just as overwhelming–that Lila might leave her. Might not be up to the challenges that lie ahead. Will she be faced with the care …Continue reading →
 Proving your level of commitment should never entail losing who you are, putting yourself in danger, or turning over control of your money, your bills, or your happiness  If you don’t naturally and easily fit into a persons life, nor they into yours, is either not right or not right now  No matter how honest or stable a person may seem, you cannot be sure about it in only a few months  If a person shares a home with her mother and is not caring for her due to illness or disability, do not move …Continue reading →