Solitude of Self

Unabashedly and most likely, without malice; When my mother had been asked... "Aren't you proud of your gay daughter?" She held a simple response... "Actually, at first, I felt embarrassed and ashamed!  It's not that I didn't love her.  It just took me awhile to get over the wasn't right!" The polite and always … Continue reading Solitude of Self


Straight and Narrow

Crisp, clean, lean and linear. Effortless to hold. Alas, possibly too bold. Stark, as it leads to the scold. © So be it. The clean-cut line, as pristine as, precious time. © Often, I wish to be as well-defined. Pulling closer the sharp edges... I shed. No matter, the contrast of my less sleek design. … Continue reading Straight and Narrow

Hidden on Commercial Street

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 from centuries ago. Gentle Journeymen and Women with unease being the common goal. A sense … Continue reading Hidden on Commercial Street

Variation of a Rainbow

If the world could be its own heroine.  I would like to think it...A sunset.  There would not be bias.  Just spheres, floating upon air balloon pillows.  And, every element, separate but the same.  Comedy and innocence dressed as colors.  Variation's on a rainbow could be our names.  The end would be a beginning.  And, … Continue reading Variation of a Rainbow


What is hate?  Is it something that washes over us.  Such as, a child's play in a cool spring on a wet, sodden, summer's day? Is it disguised?  An acronym?  Perhaps, a left handed compliment? She's pretty cute for a big girl!? Could it be that hate is how we are raised?  Ingrained into the … Continue reading HATE