Where have they all gone? Where have they all gone to? Where are all the muff divers Beaver bumpers Slit lickers Mound humpers Where are all the lesbians? Where is their throaty laughter? Where are all their chuckles? The swagger and bright hellos Grins and kind eyes Quick jokes and helpful hands Where are all the lesbians? Where have my friends gone? Where have they run off…
Category: memory
A fat duck
A fat duck sits on the fenceHindquarters engulf a narrow metal barTail feathers criss-crossed, forest green and surprising whiteThe odd head-bulb, quiet, sharply cocked How does she do that,Wonders a bare-leafed winter treeThe thickly covered silver green carpetWaits to be crushed Ice-tipped mud oozing and stiffAs lowly quackers trample and hopeHopping, stepping, openingWings to embrace…
Four pm
energy lulled in icy drafts stumbling up a staircase confused. a last breath at four pm was felt a world away. forgotten, dusty, quiet memory.
Viva en Cuba
In the summer of 1998 after living for a year in Mexico City, I traveled for a few months with a friend I’d met at the UNAM. Our destination? Adventure. Last stop, Havana.
seasonal haiku
Lines divide skies – an
Ocean swirls above the clouds
Seagulls remind me.
sometimes
we lose and scramble and can’t quite catch hold of anything. each year was a pillar, was a killer keeping us close and quiet teaming with words and sounds and empty guts. hearts slip sideways sometimes. and smile and want and plead, remembering holding on as time and life slide by. we are no longer,…
Generosity mosh
Swaying and pushing – Stage and lights, music – Such energy that the singing blinded us. Moved in crowd’s current. To my right: She, suddenly shoulder to shoulder. Compact, powerful, Looking, feeling, drinking energy and Giving love. We are all everywhere at once, As is she. One with the mosh pit. Expectations in chest and…
left
does not seem like how it should be, and the past feels less like history but just story. a lightness, neither bearable nor not, creeps in, seeps up between toes and under finger nails. colourless cardboard masks sit stale where used to sing and shine and fly with future fantasy. fine is all it is,…
less sleep
there are some things undone laces trailing down your back hook eyed teeth bare and done. about to yes I thought but what we said before was not what she really meant. sorry! I didn’t want to hurt you. I mean, me. lightly stepping, peddling quickly, peddling tricks and empty boxes with no lids. lidless,…
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