My Mormon Transgender Second Life
Walking the Dog on the Fairway at 9 pm · I. I have never Taken up golf. Life has always Been too full Of other things I love to do already For which there Is no time. Like holding you As I used to When we thought We knew the score, When we left and …
Continue reading BTT #63: Walking the Dog on the Fairway at 9 pm
Ènouement ∞ We cannot touch, But I feel Your starlight voice Traveling In rows Of each choice And strife. I must forgive you, But cannot, where Morning Glories Wake from Tangled vines Unraveling. I can only Thank you For waiting, Waking daily, And saving Our life. ∞ Posted for dVerse Quadrille Monday hosted by De …
This Is Not A Puzzle Those who hunger, Are filled. Those who are empty, Hunger. Those who love, Empty themselves. Where nothing's lost Nothing must be found. Pride is not pulled down, But freckles in sunlight Of love's voice, The only Truly Possible choice - Posted for dVerse, Quadrille #84, hosted by Mish. A …
For dVerse Open Link Night, I am going to post two poems that have been inspired and arisen out of another poem or comment that occurred in a prior dVerse post. The first came out of a comment by Jane Dougherty where she wrote in response to a poem of mine about racial violence that …
Continue reading BTT #59: So you think you are better than Lady Macbeth
Knowledge · The room was stark and gray, with only a cot and a bench and a metal desk framing a firm tall gentleman in crisp shirt and dull blue tie regarding me with sad and patient eyes. I sat on the bench. “I am sorry sir,” he said and then told me that …
Love is Not a Square ° Love will not Hold you In a box Or claim your Past, or mark you Waiting out Far off. ° It just embraces Where lines of Frets and strings Curve to pluck A tightened sound From softened edges And patient circling Of one eternal round. ° -Lona Gynt, June …
Rabbit, Wolf, Blossom, and the Wind · Rabbit trembled, Awakening from nothing Into loneliness. Wolf sniffed, "You are many," he breathed, Eyes gleaming. "I am one," she answered "Blossoms are many, Steeped in morning glisten." Blossom quivered Beneath her paw. Wind drifted Back softly Stilling their hunger, Whispering one word... · "Listen." · -Lona Gynt, …
Continue reading BTT #54: Rabbit, Wolf, Blossom, and the Wind.
Entanglement We gaze out empty to the world and try to see a plan and place and purpose neatly wrapped and packaged up in bundles showing how to be bound up with another, in common orbit mapped. But only the smallest quanta join together at distance, not just rounding out their separate rings. …
Flint River · I had once Watched these cold waters With the calm Precision Of one who had decided To Sink beneath them. · Another River is flowing In this bed From that day When promises filled pockets With the weight of stones · Walking now Upon a gray path On the bank, Stones just …
Driving to the Kolob Canyons with Grandfather, 1987 ∞ He gazed at the Red light emerging Above the rocks As if it were An undiscovered grace, While I watched the Double yellow lines Weave silently beside us. Draperies of sand Billowed and flowed Along the ridge tops, Leaping and then Descending to their rest, In …
Continue reading BTT #50: Driving to the Kolob Canyons with Grandfather, 1987.
