the quiet woman

A trivet sits on my stove top, a place to set a hot pot or a taster's spoon. It's a cast iron frame with a ceramic tile inserted and painted on it is an 18th century New England Inn sign. The name of the establishment is "The Quiet Woman." Its icon is a plump feminine... Continue Reading →


Gay Rights and the Privilege of Marriage

I’m unconvinced this is about rights. It’s about equality. But I’ll get to that in a minute or two. While life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness may not be constitutional provisions, they are the goal, the philosophy upon which the constitution was drafted. Do we then define them as merely privileges like having a... Continue Reading →


Relegated to the Wednesdays of your days And alternate weekends of your months I'm left without you quotidian By some mandate of the State Had I known this when you joined me I'd have spent more time at home More time than skies can carry Into your later life Before I'll know it you'll be... Continue Reading →


Dip into this liquid epidermis and Navigate the passage of this ocean's soul When inside half I feel, Outside again I'm whole. Ashore gone blind has wont to see At sea beyond liquid refraction. Only to mine eyes is known my island's Gross infraction Of not discovering thee 'till now. Grateful to now 'stead half... Continue Reading →


I've yet to see your face though I've felt your breath on my neck that time at pavement passing 'neath my feet too quick to yield myself alive and once when heart and mind disagreed with autonomy derived from nature's pure intent and form the physician's hypothesis to stand and that morning I resisted looking... Continue Reading →


it has since coined a tone derogatory to anyone found behind its description a modifier of confusing relation instead of mounting a new path and it has attached to you not unlike the siliceous slipper that remained on temporary princess foot the other lost to all but one who didn’t care that it was once... Continue Reading →


this stone wrest on riverbank and cleansed by currents rolled into form clear and smooth knocked off the rough and ungainly to the one who picked it up and threw it back to river bottom not skipping wakes and eddies sank beyond the infiltration of sun’s light and sky’s blue blanketed in depositing silt knew... Continue Reading →

the third word

For as long as I can remember I've been told that I'm lost, or that I am searching for happiness or peace. And somewhere along the line I agreed, probably when I was very young, probably in Primary. As a child I don't ever recall feeling lost, and all in all, I was pretty happy.... Continue Reading →

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