loss
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Caturday, in memory of Sue Pinkerton
My cousin Sue died last month. We were children together, a shared becoming. Her death is a shock to me, even though we both approach the reasonable time. Continue reading
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Forget
I remember there was joybut the feeling eludes me.Your hands in my hair, your contained desire.My own. Memories laid down in the soft tissue of my brain, sparks and connections weakly understood. You are not there. Where are you? Are you still the one I wanted? If I could forget you, would I? We… Continue reading
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What Can Be Seen
What Can Be Seen I've been thinking, again, of you and others. How something we don't understand binds this universe together. That the dark matter of our brains may be what makes us who we are. How instinct, genetics, and experience weave together in a rope we may use to climb or tie or… Continue reading
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Daisy
Daisy died today, and I am feeling sad, and not at all poemy. Continue reading
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Richard and Judd
Today, at the market, a middle-aged couple, squeezing tomatoes. They remind me of you, one gaunt, grey, with sharp cheekbones; the other large and reddish. I remember you exiting the plane at the Missoula airport, both in huge fur coats, New York queers and proud of it. Christmas, and you two glittered and grinned brighter… Continue reading
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