I begin a verse… I hesitate on a word… I lose what written freedom there is. To a life years ago…pictured in a daydream. … She had smelled of Henna and Poison…and, and, and… She had come from the south… … Continue reading Joanna
Flipping of a coin from tail to head. cart-wheels on the beach. Drag Queen working the beat on Commercial street. Bare-footing, on the sultry tar. Hidden seaport cemeteries overgrown with unknown kin. Similar searches… Performed like a well manicured dance … Continue reading Hidden on Commercial Street
Grew up in vivid red. Amassed my mind from toe to head. Not prison of gray. Not a reprimand of black. Only paint brushes filling in all that I lacked. Day to day. Reflections and distance seemed the only … Continue reading Dreaming in Rainbow
When young I could not rearrange the shame. I only heard words such as, ‘You are queer.’ It was then…I drew the terms of isolation near. Amassed myself in, ribbons, bows and the pink of fear. Attending to only, ‘I … Continue reading Stop Making Sense
Once upon a time, a small convenience store…elderly clerk, young males (approximately, 3 or 4) and, a single Tomboy/girl…singled out from the pack. As the youngsters crowded the candy counter… “You don’t wanna get those candy cigarettes…You are such a … Continue reading Say, Hey, Harvey!