Posts Tagged With: truth

Drive Me Crazy

Nothing turns me into a snarling, growling, epithet-hurling harpy faster than bad and/or rude driving.  I grew up and learned to drive in Atlanta from the inching-across-town on the “connector” days to the days of Spaghetti and Malfunction junctions.  If you’ve ever driven in Atlanta, you will know what I mean.  A trip to LA [...]

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Metastasis

There are days When I wish I could go To a doctor or A mad scientist, Sit myself down In their chair, Give myself over To them as I once did To you. I would tell them, “Put me on your machines, Twist your dials, Lay me open, Vivisect me.” As I think Of you. See?  [...]

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Hopelessly Lost, But Making Good Time

Years ago, my friend Don stated that the above would be the title of his autobiography, should he ever decide to write one.  When it comes to life paths, Don is actually one of the LEAST “lost” people I’ve ever known.  He’s wanted to be a writer since he was old enough to hold a [...]

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So THAT Explains It…

“I thought of all the others who had tried to tie her to the ground and failed. So I resisted showing her the songs and poems I had written, knowing that too much truth can ruin a thing. And if that meant she wasn’t entirely mine, what of it? I would be the one she [...]

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Sex

Yep, there it is, the big ol’ S word.  I’ve been toying with the idea of this post for a long time and put it off and put it off.  But this morning I woke up and decided what the hell, I need to write about it.  Sex is one of those things, like money [...]

Categories: 'bout me, 'round Colorado, issues, lesbian life, sex, truth | Tags: , , , | 5 Comments

Lessening – Half A Gallon

The following is an experience I had on a vision quest 5 years ago on Navajo land in northeastern Arizona: Imagine a place.  Imagine a place that’s quiet–so quiet that when you don’t move and make noise it feels like you have cotton stuffed in your ears.  A place that is so still you can [...]

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Love, Guilt and Insanity aka Christmas

It builds slowly.  I’m not sure exactly when it starts, maybe around Halloween. There’s a shift, subtle, like a drop or rise in barometric pressure.  Maybe it’s the appearance of Christmas trees and wrapping paper in the stores even before the Thanksgiving turkeys have a chance to gobble.  Maybe it’s the energy that kids put [...]

Categories: 'bout me, 'round Colorado, boys, issues, Rants, writing | Tags: , , , , , | 9 Comments

Thankful Soup

That’s what I’m calling the big pot currently bubbling on the stove. But it’s also the quality of this post in general. My brain feels like a bubbling cauldron today, with so many thoughts roiling around inside I hardly know where to begin.  Sometimes, I don’t feel very thankful for that because there seems to [...]

Categories: 'bout me, 'round Colorado, Food and eating, gratitude, truth | Tags: , , , | 2 Comments

Fallen

At first, there was only distance between us, like a flat, endless road through the desert.  Another car seen miles away shimmering in the liquid mirage formed by blacktop under intense heat.  Momentum brought us closer, but still on track, each in our perfect lane headed in opposite directions. We passed in a whisper of [...]

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Phantom Pain

Seeking the Sacred It comes to this:     Knowing the warmth of your hand     Upon my touch-starved desert flesh,     The soft caress, palm to palm,     Fingers twining one to one,     Tracing each knuckle bend, each milky nail.  I wake:     Remembering kisses     Given and received,     Continually offered:     My [...]

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