Davora

I’d forgotten what was inside the heavy old box at the bottom of every desk I’ve had for the last quarter of a century. When I was a young Butchster-misunderstood-art-school-geek, wayyyy before the internet, I exchanged hundreds of intimate letters with a penpal in NYC, a brilliant Jewish Lesbian 40 years older than me and just as isolated. After 5… Read more →

Between Words and Deeds

Between Words and Deeds

So much beauty in the world, candy for the eye and for the heart. Stories and personalities that make us believe in the good or make us want change the bad. Tight buds of hope that will open in their time as sure as leaves fall within us and on the earth. The messy one who aren’t afraid to love,… Read more →

The Death of Innocence

The Death of Innocence

“Whoever survives the initiation of the dead receives the most wonderful gift: resurrection. The resurrection is to be like a child – to be wild and free, but with a difference. The difference is that we have freedom with wisdom… instead of innocence.” ~Don Miguel Ruiz in The Four Agreements Lately the tragic poet in me has been mourning the… Read more →

Fried Chicken Hearts

Fried Chicken Hearts

During art school when I was young, I fried chicken in a country store off an empty stretch of old farm road, serving travelers and the broke down white trash trailers sitting on shoal behind the store. One day one of the greasy-haired regulars, shuffling slowly toward death in her lumpy Walmart mumu, stood waiting in my lunch line as… Read more →

Biggo Gulp of Haterade

Biggo Gulp of Haterade

I walk this earth blissfully unaware in any crowd there could be a bigot who believes I should be beheaded or stoned in the street. Once in a restaurant, a really scary man jumped up, knocked his chair over and said he was too sick to eat. He stood glaring red at me from just a few feet away, huffing and clenching… Read more →

poem: my job to get rid of the body

poem: my job to get rid of the body

once a stout and stubborn hero old self forever survivor clutches as if to drown me I tape my mortal mouth to silence useless truth stuff what i knew of love under calloused floorboards rug rolled over the body lay down your arms, warrior yield your yearning to ghosts let the hollow take yesterday’s eyes let eulogy be your lullaby soon… Read more →

melissa Etheridge

TOP 100 HOTTEST BUTCHES

  Rut roh. I knew there was gonna be backlash for Sinclair Sexsmith. S/he decided to  remove all the transmen because of dissenting comments. What will Sinclair do if some of the Butches transition? Who is going to check i.d.s? Apparently none of these people were contacted about their inclusion. Aside form the usual uproar from those who want to make… Read more →

miracle of life n awlllll

I thought it was cool the two pigeons living atop the old brick column on my balcony didn’t fly off when we moved in. They stare at us as much as we stare at them. I thought it was fascinating drama when the male picked a new mate, and the old wife stood on the railing, pleading with her wings spread and… Read more →

this is so beautiful

Its no secret to anyone who knows me even a little bit that I am wholly right-brained. I sense emotion in technicolor and am very connected to energy. That’s what makes me highly creative and it’s why I always see the poignancy. The left side of my brain is puny and full of cob webs, however, and I can’t remember… Read more →

Rules to break….

Do not put statements in the negative form. And don’t start sentences with a conjunction. If you reread your work, you will find on rereading that a great deal of repetition can be avoided by rereading and editing. Never use a long word when a diminutive one will do. Unqualified superlatives are the worst of all. De-accession euphemisms. If any… Read more →