Public Surrender
The main drag through our town is lined with impressive antique homes, all of them tastefully restored and expanded upon and painted in an array of acceptable and historically accurate Benjamin Moore colors. So it follows that the one home that has NOT been meticulously scraped and painted Kennebunk Beige, the one whose front porch […]
Drunk Dialing
In the effort to dismiss such things as my “reputation” as a writer; in keeping with he communal effort that is blogging, I am now indulging a sort of inebriated form of posting which, like drunk-dialing, is the solitary outreach of an intoxicated, lonely person with access to the tools of technology. It’s a blast […]
Hallelujah
Great Scott! Hallelujah! Sweet Jesus! Hot Diggity Dog! I’ve never been so happy to see a damn plug in my entire life. Just imagine me drifting around the house for the past five days lurking in dark hallways, listening at doors, waiting breathlessly for the moment that MBH leaves the computer to fix a […]
Today in Poetry
Your Music
An emotional turn of phrase
With all its own inexplicable reasons,
Dancing out from dark to light.
It’s joy from sorrow.
This one swift surprise
That moves me.
Gustav Klimt’s Embrace
Something beautiful
Spring in New England is tumultuous; up and down, back and forth, driving rains and shrieking winds followed by the kind of sunshine that can make a person weep for the poignant return of something good. It feels appropriate, this riot of weather all tumbled up with the raw and unpredictable fluctuations of me. I […]
My Stable of Boyfriends
My O and His Existential Crisis
Last week was a banner week. The term banner means “unusually good”. But it can also mean just outstanding. To me outstanding can be good or bad, as long as it’s not ordinary. Last week was outstanding in that it was an advent, the beginning of the second half of my O’s childhood, where […]
Without Him
She used to have sexual dreams of carnal lust and physical satisfactions but now she just dreams of being held. He is taller than her, the man who comes to her in sleep. Her face is always pressed to his chest while he wraps his arms around her. He kisses the top of her head […]
Another Glimmer of Profoundity
I need to thank ByJane today for her terrific post on embracing the process. She describes herself as coming from a family of strivers, people who appreciate the end game, the product more than the process, people who believe that there must be a reason to do something to make it worthy of the effort. […]
