I sit staring out of my study window orange greens browns golds brown pine needles everywhere no women to be seen my lover of 4 years nearly 5 gone to follow fishwrap that fishwrap, the cute little screamer gone too and the stoic spartan warrior woman “I don’t know how to respond to you anymore”Continue reading “it had to be you”
She came on like gangbusters starfire melding in me disintegrated as fast as suddenly hands mouth a wincing smile her clear clear clear blue eyes doubled no coupling leaving a remarkable knowing she’s gone i fell in love with that look all over all over all over empty this timeContinue reading “mine own hands”
There always has been a strange cultural divide with certain kind of women my entire life. There was the case of Kelly, a tall-leggy just flat out hot blonde whose goal was to make $26,000 a year and she figured she had it all planned. That may have been 1985, as far as I canContinue reading “long, slow deep kissing”
Last year’s Orlando shootings followed by the November National 2016 Elections were tantamount to the events that informed my going underground and to a better footing of safety in a dangerous terroristic world changing, shifting, abandoning, losing me. The Depression ensued and it was terrible. Winter came and left. Spring came and left. Summer wasContinue reading “The Shootings”
The next three months are an end of a season and I wonder who will be her Winter Solstice celebrant instead of Me.