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  • Happy Holidays (What the fuck kind of thing is that to say?)

    You dropped me with two little words. Happy Holidays. What the fuck kind of thing is that to say? I love my men instantaneously. And am always surprised when the two of us, “us,”…

  • My Best Warm and Fuzzy Poem Yet

    that time of year when lips get chapped I stretch them taunt so the skin rips apart finally giving way to flaps that can be painfully torn away

  • You and me (meaning the other you and me)

    As the myth goes you were a cold bastard badforme in countless ways you used up my nonrenewable resources polluting the air forthehellofit As much as I hate to dwell I am still reminded…

  • You and me

    You have the look of someone nice mysterious sexy   You have a mind that is quick clever alert   It’s what it always is: a question of foundations Is your heart strong enough?…

  • Pastries: let’s not get ahead of ourselves

    Let’s not get ahead of ourselves.   Feeling momentarily hopeful is a far cry from being hopeful. My mood has lifted, but there’s a shadow in the back of my mind, always brooding, peripherally…

  • Welcome

    If I wished at all I’d be content from here on From now until then   It was cold out, and he came to cook for me. The warmth of the oven did not…

  • Unfinished Weather

    I know he’s worried about impending ice I’m worried about the inevitability of it all the end and all the rest   I’m trying to catch the plane train to see her before she…

  • Endings

    One of my favorite writers, Margaret Atwood, wrote a great piece that sticks with me to this day about the order of stories. Essentially, she asks you to choose your beginning and ending to…

  • Rhyming Wiggly-whats

    Rhyming is a matter of preference. I rarely rhyme. It cost me the writing pin when I was in high school. There we were, poeticgrin and I, going head-to-head, writer against writer. Our teacher…