Posts Tagged ‘poetry’

Here is a story / to break your heart.

10/06/2010  |  3 Comments

I'm still working on more essays and ideas and thoughts in response to the recent gay suicides. My weekly column... more

Free Copy of Ivan Coyote’s book Loose End

09/15/2009  |  10 Comments

Ivan E. Coyote, Top Hot Butches Number Six and amazing storyteller, writer, and performer, has a new book out... more

Protected: Untitled

08/24/2009  |  Enter your password to view comments.

What happens when you realize everything you’ve built 
only amounts to a house of cards? But that is your only building material... more

You Are Never Ready

08/05/2009  |  5 Comments

Thanks to Alisha for introducing me to this piece of poetry by Nicole Blackman; it is precisely what I needed.... more

Tachycardia

07/24/2009  |  16 Comments

this is how I want you:slow. deliberate. measured. languorous. torpid bordering on excruciating, with kisses that keep you counting the millimeters between our... more

Protected: Tee Shirt

05/19/2009  |  Enter your password to view comments.

The week we didn’t talk, I left my favorite black tee shirt at your house. It is worn down, so... more

Protected: I imagine watching you

04/17/2009  |  Enter your password to view comments.

From across the room, like that fantasy we shared months ago about watching you dance, watching your hips move, your arms... more

Protected: The Good Kind of Unbearable

03/23/2009  |  Enter your password to view comments.

You remember how this feels.It's familiar, even though it's never quite been like this before. Something in your heart remembers... more

Gloaming

01/02/2009  |  4 Comments

I want you in the gloaming, in the grey / light of near-dusk, anxious to fade / the brightness of morning, midday, / the tragedy of sunset back into the / dim tones where we no longer strain // to see.more

My Father’s Son

12/03/2008  |  25 Comments

Dad, were you wondering how I got here? How I went from that tree-climbing skinned-knee ragamuffin girl to this prettyboy? ... I never was your tomboy daughter, never got in fights with the boys in the neighborhood, never stood up to the bullies of my younger sisters. I was the artistic one, moody, on my own. Studying my peers as we metamorphosed into our adult bodies.more