Star Child

At the time I could not comprehend– And would not until after the end– The wisdom of the choice you made: The way you left, the way you came. I’d been daily drinking from the well Of my lonely nihilistic hell, And I don’t know if I’d have ever seen That there are other ways… Continue reading Star Child

Soul Retrieval

There’s a moment in your bathroom when I feel myself become him, without even trying.  I’m standing facing you, feasting my eyes on you, giggling with the kind of unbridled joy I have rarely experienced but which seems to be increasingly present in my life now, when I feel my shoulders broaden, my hips narrow,… Continue reading Soul Retrieval

Making the Bed

When morning comes, you ask me if I’d like to make the bed Not with words but with intent Your hand on the crumpled sheet  Your eyes gesturing to a future moments from now When all that fabric lies smooth and placid But I don’t think I will make the bed Not today Because for… Continue reading Making the Bed

Trust

You must be what we used to call a changeling; Something otherworldly in your eyes, In your aura, in your aimless mischief, Opening the doorway to what was once A long-ago way of being “me” So that inner fairy child comes through effortlessly To play with you.  This is who you are to me, and… Continue reading Trust

A Place in the Forest, Part 12

A tree had fallen across the brook, partially damming it.  The pool into which the waterfall fed had swollen, creeping silver up the sides of the rock, washing the spongy moss which now unfurled like emerald green silk in the gentle current, the hair of mermaids.  Mava sat on the broad, smooth tree trunk with… Continue reading A Place in the Forest, Part 12

A Place in the Forest, Part XI

“I think I knew,” Ivan said slowly. “Back then I mean.  I knew but I didn’t want to know.” “When we showed you Pey,” Mava replied knowingly, then added with a hint of reproach, “You didn’t like it.” The two of them were sitting a little way downstream from the clearing, beyond the fern grove,… Continue reading A Place in the Forest, Part XI

Quitting

I don’t text you  I go to the coffee shop I play video games  I pet the cat I don’t text you I masturbate I drive to the river I lie in the sun I buy groceries  I don’t text you  I make dinner I watch tv  I play with the cat I look at… Continue reading Quitting