Category Archives: Poetry
Who Needs To Be Revived
It is spring that revives, even as the world begins to claw its way out from under the suffocating blanket of so many things better left unsaid why in fact don’t we all just stay in the cold in the … Continue reading
End In Sight
There are times when I wake that an afternoon light has tempted my eyelids, made me believe sunlight, golden and streaming, was pouring in to cover my face, illuminate me in honey. I wake expecting radiance. I wake, expecting a … Continue reading
The Reason
I wanted a cock between my legs because I wanted a cock of my own. That was the reason for most of my twenties. I’d have fucked any number of men to be my own man, and I tried my … Continue reading
With SERIOUS apologies to Corned Beef Hashtag, Howard Ashman, et al….
Lift up your pen Dust off your keyboard Here, take my pencil Erase false starts away Show me your page, clean as the mornin’ I know things were bad, but now they’re okay Possibly Henry is sittin’ beside you You … Continue reading
The mirror’s lament
How you had spoken to me in the pale mornings I cannot express to anyone — all are deaf to me; no voice is my own. All that you had told me is the first truth, and mine is but … Continue reading