Category: About him
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To My Dearest, Part 4
It’s been almost a year since you entered my life causing chaos and laughter and destruction Today I realized you are a relief in a way inexplicable My heart has eased its aching enough to be to be confused by easy emotions and images of closure enough to be glad that anger is not the…
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Man-Forgiveness Policy
I had an epiphany. Again. It occurred to me as I was listening to the ends and outs of a loan forgiveness program where teachers who are employed in high-need areas have their student loans repaid (forgiven). What every single woman and gay man needs to do is establish a Man-Forgiveness Policy for which each potential…
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Poeticgrin Hasn’t Left You
A reassurance: I promise to the broken-hearted friends of his Shake site, Poeticgrin will be back. Actually, he’s not going anywhere. He’s still writing and will continue to share his work with all of us in the future. I am quite happy Bryan is receiving the accolades he deserves. Also, there are so many talented writers who…
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He Thinks, She Thinks: More on Bitterness
If I weren’t so self-involved, I’d ask you how you were. I’d ask you how you feel about the stimulus package and Oprah and landscaping and your family. I’d remember your birthday, and I’d say, Happy Birthday. I’d recognize you as someone not to be stepped on, someone worthy of common decency. As it…
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Prelude, Destiny is Bullshit
This is how it’s destined to go. You’ll be a little stale but crunchy and sweet You’ll leave an aftertaste that demands more of you I’ll open you up almost immediately and spill your contents forth I’ll pull my hair back lick my lips take a bite roll you around in my mouth savoring…
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Disconnect
So he’ll be leaving soon when he’s been gone all along. For a flash of a second, someone turned the blaring overhead lights on when I had painstakingly taken measures to make sure the room was dim. Low lighting hides all flaws or at the very least, softens them. What’s seen in starkness…
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To My Dearest, Part 2
*Written by emerging poet extraordinaire, Straight Up Carol To my dearest. Fuck you for leaving me. I actually loved you. I actually loved you and that is why I am hurting so much even now after all this time. You seem to be doing fine and I am still openly hurting. Fuck you for not…
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Months Later, In Response
I remember what you said about falling in love before I knew what was happening. New loves without embodiment aside from my imagination. The most fulfilling part of dreaming is before you wake up. Let me sleep for a bit longer.
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