I haven’t felt pretty in ever so long. Months and months. She knew how to make me feel pretty and loved, and voiced so many words of adoration almost every day that now I wonder if those too are a lie. I wonder if she was wrong and so am I and I’m a monsterContinue reading “Because why not”
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Stepping in the footprints of giants
Yesterday I grabbed one of my favorite humans and took us to a sacred place. Not far from here is a very little known spot in a riverbed that has ancient footprints from two different kind of dinosaurs, one a large brontosaurus-like critter and the other a smaller velociraptor-like predator called an acrocathosaurus. There areContinue reading “Stepping in the footprints of giants”
The love of my life
She was. So much of me still believes she is, and will always be. As much as I’m sobbing now missing her I was sobbing when I was with her. She really tried. She did. So hard. She gave herself as much as she could. I don’t blame her for the things she bore beforeContinue reading “The love of my life”
A vessel or canvas?
Recently I saw this as a prompt for a post online: “…some of the stonefemmes I have talked to recently have an interesting way of describing themselves in their relationship to stonebutches. One called herself a “vessel” and another a “canvas.” In your ideal scenario: Femmes, how would you describe yourself? Butches, how would youContinue reading “A vessel or canvas?”
Didn’t have a chance in hell
Crumbling cliff’s edge before me, yet another precipice hard fought for another fright that makes my feet tingle so strongly I feel I’m tiptoeing through clouds and all I’m doing is standing here Alone Wolf Howling under my breath so as not to shake the boulders from the sides because if I do they’ll tumbleContinue reading “Didn’t have a chance in hell”
Darkest mirror, yes, I still miss her
I’m not calling names or pointing fingers. Honestly, I know very damn clearly that all of us have narcissistic traits. Every one of us. This article helped me come to terms with still missing her now and then, my Stardust. Because in her shined the things I loved most about myself. As much as IContinue reading “Darkest mirror, yes, I still miss her”
I Don’t Pack For You
It waits in the drawer till morning, I feel it, watching me, through the wood as if it were a window, This alien piece of anatomy with no soul. I can feel it throb, hidden away, It’s attached, though it isn’t, Roots deep inside My hips saddled with femininity I want to slice off, TheyContinue reading “I Don’t Pack For You”
I’m no longer just a writer…
I’m now an author, and floating high with the wisps of cloud in front of the setting sun…I’ve waited my entire life for this moment. The art is my own, painted at the beginning of the quarantine starting in the area, which makes it even more special. Thank you, Victoria, for the push and encouragement,Continue reading “I’m no longer just a writer…”
Barbed girl
I started this while still living in Idaho with my wifey. Before I left my future and everything else we were building. Leaving behind that anchoring thought, leaving her, I never wanted. Until I realized that I was making a choice between being near my son as he grew into manhood and being with someoneContinue reading “Barbed girl”
Candy
Strangers call me “sweetie” It’s funny how these blues can mask and hide All the ugly that lies beneath. This smile, I don’t flash it to be kind…. It appears when I think about what I want to do to you, The marks I want to leave behind, prints in your skin Left in theContinue reading “Candy”
A Burd in Flight 