Posts Tagged ‘poetry’

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

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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

A girl: my future wife

11/28/2008  |  32 Comments

She never leaves my side at parties. People come up to talk to me or her or both of us and she has impeccable control over the conversation, a complex harmony of our varied voices with a beautiful baseline that she keeps with her heartbeat. She knows when and how to release us from a topic or person. She does most of the talking. I listen. I like it that way. She leans in to give me a peck on the cheek near my ear and whispers, "I'm watching the clock. We're leaving in thirty minutes so you can take me home and fuck me."more