After the parade had turned its last sharp corner down a busy Boston street, queers gathered on the common to sit in circles, wave their flags, smoke some weed, and laugh until they cry. After centuries of misinformation, prosecution, propaganda, and what I like to call “The 80’s”, LGBTQ+ individuals are finally beginning to shed … More Gender =/= Sexuality: Pride 2018
A favorite album flexes the tongue before the words are remembered. Sheet music for the guitar solo runs in double helixes of DNA. Greater power, whether biology or a God, moves us to sing. Listen to it a third time, fourth, ninety-second, four hundred And eighth. Tongues get tired, too. Lips and mouths stuck … More Too Much of a Good Thing
The dirt road made my leaving A disappearing act: dust, Rioting against my departure: you, In my rearview mirror. A text, “My knees are weak, come back.” Ten minutes after my car rolled Away, I tapped the tip of my tongue To my lips, faintly tasting the cigarettes, Dirt, and sweat I pulled off … More Cigarettes, Dirt, and Boys
Grand pianos can take Saturdays off To take a towel to their torsos Remove any dust and start anew. They don’t have to be grand Or great Or a multitude of superlative degree Hyperboles. Extremes Don’t have to write the story. She sits somewhere in the middle of useless and perfect Holding a pen. Releasing … More Grand Pianos
Cobblestone roads lead me through flowered trees. Counting my steps, I wobbled delicately, only Distracted by birds chirping a song I did not know. I did not know why, of all The roads, I walked this distinct path, but choices Were never my forte. Your face creeps Out from behind the trees slowly. I couldn’t … More Cobblestone Goodbye
When I saw the stale, still smoke Through a window showing the rainiest day of our summer, I couldn’t help but think of your brilliant, free soul. You’re stuck, dear– smoke in a hotbox. You’re shivering with excitement with nowhere to go. Us. The pronoun places me next to you in every room, fitting … More Break the Barrier
