Two Spirits

About five years ago I was sitting on the balcony outside my little garage apartment. I lived with my Leather family, and my little suite above the garage was my solitude, my sanctuary. I wasn’t sober then, I hadn’t found the strength yet. Having the drinks that always sat at my side, I was perchedContinue reading “Two Spirits”

It Hurts

April 2, 2020 There’s a glowUnder that bridge, the one that holds the sky up,The mist sits her heavy hips around it,And it creaks to you in a language you remember from a dream.Wander the wildest path you can find,Whisper backThe trees and the owls know what your voice sounds like.Touch where the legs meetContinue reading “It Hurts”