(For you, Anthony)
We shared a chrysalis.
Perhaps we still do;
despite our awakenings.
Do you remember
when I first opened my eyes …
brown and golden — curious as two sparrows?
your eyes looking back at me
peaceful — the color of the ocean.
a little boy
and a little girl
who shared a secret
We had our own mathematics;
One plus one
one … always.
We are intertwined.
Sometimes tangled …
as if a spider’s silken thread is wrapped around our hearts.
Do you remember the time you hurt your elbow
Inspired by a MuddyUm Humor Prompt: Butt Stories
A True Story of Gay Pride and EmbarrASSment
Many years ago, I was strutting my once deep-squat-and-stair-master-tight-and-toned-buns-of-steel at a Pride Parade in Long Beach, California. As I marched, leather clad, through rainbow flags, beaming bright faces and the pumping pulse of disco dance music, three attractive young men approached to walk beside me. They were all smiles and twinkling eyes. Suddenly, to my surprise, one of them playfully pinched my butt! As the boys pranced ahead and flirtatiously looked back over their shoulders, they noticed my breasts and angry butch lesbian glare…
To my dear friends, in India. You are not forgotten. Please know, people care and are sending help. Your hands are those that have carried so many of us in prayer, as teachers and as friends …as family. We, in turn, remember your kindness. With gratitude, we are sending strength, finacial offerings and hope. Each day, I meditate with you at my heart’s center. I urge, those who are able, to give generously when sending aid. I wish I could do more. We are a global community. We are interconnected and interdependent. Our nations must work together to provide…
― Virginia Woolf, A Room of One’s Own
(A Poem Inspired by Virginia Woolf)
I held secrets
in my left shirt pocket
my love for you
when it rained
such a heavy rain
it soaked through
those unsent letters
stained my heart
the deepest blue
the world could see
my foolish hope
and shame too
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Lessons (Laced with Satire) and Ways to End this Pandemic
COVID-19 is indifferent to the things that we hold dear. This virus has proven that it doesn’t care about political perspectives, religious practices, identity, sexuality, ethnicity, race or who you love. When it takes a life, it even scoffs at the balance in our bank accounts. I doesn’t give a shit if we wear eyeliner or even underwear, for that matter. We’re all screwed if we don’t turn things around.
While one could argue that an unvaccinated host is the ideal place for this virus to rest its spiny little…
A Birthday Poem
Let today be our birthday
May our wish be fulfilled
Our younger selves forgiven
And closer to wisdom
Renewing our hearts
With lightness and joy
To the child within
You are loved
You are wanted
Pandemic victory gardens, sown in the front yard, provide opportunities to meet new friends … (and other people.)
As a lesbian, this epsisode should probably offend me but it just makes me laugh instead:
Candace and Toni can live on your refrigerator too. This etsy artist makes some hilarious magnets:https://www.etsy.com/listing/511671303/toni-and-candace-portlandia-sticker-or?ref=shop_home_active_51
Earthquakes, I understand. I lived for fifty years in California where the Earth jolts forward like a rattlesnake. In the City of Angels, we knew when to step back. She gave her warnings.
But ice? What can you hold on to when the world grows so cold?
At first, the frozen rain was beautiful but this masked its danger, as beauty often does. Ice scattered diamonds over weeds and suspended frozen droplets in the bedazzling sunlight but ice also weighed down branches and hung like sharp daggers at the edges of our home.
At nightfall, Winter’s magic was illuminated under…
How to help feed ourselves and our communities during these hard times
So, what is to come? All that is clear to me is that we need to pull together, more than ever.
Food security is already a major concern for so many people. This was true before the pandemic. Finding ways to share food is necessary as we move forward to help everyone get through this hard time.
But how do we give when we are already stretched to the limit? Sometimes, we will not be able to offer much and sometimes we may need to accept help. …
Thank you for taking an interest in my writing. I am a potter who is still managing a poetry habit. I’m left-handed and sometimes, the world looks upside down.