...I was art, you said, you wanted me, And I wanted to call you mine. But you chose another lover, And you let the cup run dry.
I set a lovely table, I offered you my finest wine, But you had another appointment, And you let the cup run dry.You could have stayed with me, my dear, And I could have called you mine. But you chose to answer another desire, And you let the cup run dry.You said you wanted me,… Continue reading “I wish there was a treaty we could sign”
Do you ID as Queer/GNC? Are you in Central NJ? Do you write poetry? Stop by and come on in! I'm still working out things like venues, times, dates.
This is an excerpt from a short story I have been barreling along with. It needs a few readers, but I think I'm on to something here. “Michael, I’m pregnant”. He gasped, taking in a little bit of saliva, and started to choke. Calming himself, he stood up and tried to put his hands… Continue reading Work in Progress: Princess
If you're here, you should know what the Katakomben-Heiliger (Catacomb Saints) are. In the 16th and 17th Centuries, European Catholic churches had a tradition of exquisitely decorating skeletons purported to be the earthly relics of saints. The Church being the Church, we have no idea who these bones belong to. So what we have are… Continue reading Work in Progress: Katakomben-Heiliger
Sometimes I talk back to dead poets. What do you want from me? My entire life is talking to people that don't listen, so why not talk to those that can't? In 1900 Walt Whitman published Leaves of Grass, which contained "Give Me The Splendid, Silent Sun". In this poem he entreated, in his effusive… Continue reading Works in Progress: Comrades and Lovers
This is well and truly a work in progress. I haven't really touched this in years. I had been playing with the phrases, even trying to translate them into Spanish to keep my brain limber. No clue what it means or where it came from. I just really like the word "primordial" and I'm fascinated… Continue reading Works in Progress: Mother Tongue