Occasionally, a story is best told through poetry. That’s what I found in the case of this love story, which has been living in my head rent free for at least a decade. The particulars have shifted through the years, dreamtime details vanishing with the moon, but the substance is always the same: a self-proclaimedContinue reading “This baby can fit so much queer yearning…”
She wasn’t the type to coddle living things. Most people like to have something living nearby — a plant, a fish, a cat, another human. I’d never seen another living being in her space. It was just her and me.
the honeyed river of summerflows through my open windowas I drive home through Nisquallydust in my eyes and shadows on my tongue I’ve been watching all the omens:a pregnant fish split opena flock of gulls headed to the mountainsI hear that raven finally stole the sunnow that everything else has already been stolen lives, andContinue reading “the honeyed river of summer”
Happy Beltane! Happy May Day! This is my second favorite holiday, falling directly opposite of my favorite holiday, Halloween. The veil is thin, the sun is shining, and everything is growing. What a wonderful time to announce some changes. Last night, for Walpurgisnacht, I tried my hand at broomstick making, then jumped on our backyardContinue reading “May Day Message”
Shape me.Chisel me up some accomplishments.Don’t erase this mind with those smooth Sargent strokestrading a life for an eternal raised eyebrowreplacing a well-woven historywith a few lines about beauty. Don’t neglect the indents in my flesh —the armchair grasped too tightlyreupholstered in silk and nervous twitches.Carve my jaw hard like I grind it at nightbutContinue reading “Portrait for Lady Agnew of Lochnaw”