The air hostess with her smiling fingers sings the speech of The Oxygen Mask, of putting your own on first which, of course is (not) selfish but we tend to be of no use to anyone if we are gasping for breath. I breathe, somewhere between lightheaded, and useless the soft plastic of the faceContinue reading “Save yourself.”
Tag Archives: Poetry
~Haiku for Middle Age~
Today I bought a butter dish, and thought Fuck me, I must have grown up.
~Insipid~
nothing tastes good any more Salt my fingertips, and take them into your mouth. Let me feel the wet thick of your tongue as it moves over and under. Pull my mouth to yours remind me that I am still here and that a little salt can save anyone
~Listen~
“Stop inviting walls into wide open spaces.” I saw Buddy Wakefield a few years ago, in a tiny dive bar in downtown Boise. He was too large for the shabby venue, and there was so much awesome in his words that I’m sure the dozen or so people in the audience may have missed itContinue reading “~Listen~”
~Podcast~
No. I’m not doing a podcast. I did, however, get mentioned on the Poly Weekly podcast over the weekend. I noticed a flurry of hits to one of my writings, and traced it back here: http://polyweekly.com/2014/01/pw-380-advice-secondary/ Oddly, I haven’t been able to listen to it. Special Man Friend listened for me, and said it wasContinue reading “~Podcast~”
Poly Nirvana 