I expected to get gossipy, I expected to have a bit of a session, but really a session that was gossipy about someone else. Instead my friend turns to me and says “I’m really concerned about you. That place in my heart, that I see when I think of Caitlin, that place has “Concern” written … [Read more…]
Suya ~ Thank you for writing! On receiving this I was immediately reminded of our exchange of letters years ago. As I was purging before the move I found a stack of correspondence from you, which I’ve kept and stashed away after reminiscing a bit. I’ll cross my fingers on the Clomid for you! There’s … [Read more…]
After mutual vacations. He is still next to me. Standing right there. Responding when I turn toward him in the slightest. Turning toward me. He left me a duck made of Lego’s. He left me, specifically, a duck I had made of legos. At our mozilla all hands in Whistler. He’d gone and found it … [Read more…]
I woke this morning with the nagging feeling that I’d asked that question. Through one Moscow Mule and two glasses of sake I may have actually asked my late 30-something, 40-something friends why they have no children. What I properly meant to say, just in case I didn’t articulate more accurately at the time, was … [Read more…]
A budding young journal-ist Who did I think was reading along with me? Such writing talent and keen observations With only one real concern in life. I mean seriously, how many thoughts could my small head hold? (Or what was I avoiding) I did make some amateur art… So I suppose that’s something.
Surprised, really? Anticipated, your hands cover me, planned all along like a first drink Slowly, already inside me, 2 feet apart we lock, you enter without stepping closer Bound, freely I breathe your breath intoxicated, inhabited, tied with you
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