dad

I called Dad earlier today. He is still in the nursing home for recovery; will be for awhile yet. He is in the best spirits I think I have seen/heard in the past two years with this whole ongoing mess. He seems genuinely relieved to have the bad leg gone and the stump healing up. […]

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mourning whail of isis

I mourn my disrupted loverripped from my lips by treachery wicked fate divides us apart in life we must wind ourselvesdown paths unknown to the world and create our own laws I assemble my lover’s fleshand weep upon his passing spirit I lay down upon his broken partshis phallus cupped and shaped by my hand […]

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from manure, sweet things grow

It has always been curious to me both the incredible speed and inaccuracy of the gossip line at work. Last week, when speaking to the acting production manager, I choose specific words to indicate that although I enjoyed the tasks of my current job, I didn’t see much growth beyond it for me. Somehow, from […]

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following up – a deeper thought

The worst of it has passed; the fever has broken. I am mending, although every four hours, the OTC decongestant expires and a kick-boxing ninja’s foot hits me square in the ribs… There is something of which I have been aware for most of the passing week that I am only just now comprehending… I have to […]

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