Rudy Bernstein called on me at my family’s house. I had heard of him. He was a cousin—distant, you know. But one of my other cousins knew him because her brother went to school with him. She told me he was very handsome and very smart. He had studied Greek and Latin in school. She [...]
Carole was amazing. She was beautiful—curly jet black hair, a luscious little body and a fiery temper and wit. She was smart but she wasn’t all dried up like those college girls my buddies married. She was full of life and love—really sexy, not just dolled-up. She would talk to me about what was happening in her life. She needed someone to talk to and someone to appreciate her.
In unconnected hours face-to-face, drenched in the ice-water of failed intimacy, alone finally becomes loneliness. My strong right-side withered under worm-eaten embraces, preoccupied hearts, and habitual sex.
I’m doing a lot of writing to flesh out the characters and components of my upcoming play–currently called Ephemory and I’m going to share these pieces here. Please comment in any way you like–ask for more–suggest your agreement or differences or confusion or ?? with what you find here. I welcome your contribution. Ephemory will [...]
In those days, my body’s insistent desire came from the fear of alone-ness: am I undesired and undesirable? But longing, no–not longing. All the love and affection seemed dried up and blown away. After all those futile attempts to make the marriage work there was no more fantasy left.
When my parents were still here for me, I asked and avoided, I listened and ignored. When I became a parent, all that programming poured from my firmware and wanted control. Would I live the legacy or change it?
On your journey together may you open your hearts to: an alphabet of features we should all discover in the arms of our loved ones.
Two poems looking back on an old romance
Delight…transformation…I remember. The blood pounds love and lust. You’ve opened the beautiful flows of his tenderest spots, his giving spots, so long warped and turned inside. Your lips and touch bring healing. From this perch on the edge of Shangri-la you see me as the greatest threat—to what? You’re face to face with your lover, [...]