“Hold on, honey” he said. Hold on to what you are.
between sleep: i wonder if my hands get tired of keys. or if it makes running them across the strong back of my lover even more satisfying. i turn on the music, and it’s a slow slow lag, a lazy, dreaming drum, my hum, oh my hum is barely audible now, my love is not… Continue reading random writing from an old November draft
“I can’t sleep in this fevered dream.” It always starts with a “Yesterday” or a “Last week” or some marker in time, as if closeness or distance matters to what’s right, versus what’s right now. As it goes, yesterday, I received a surprise Reiki session, gifted by my neighbor and former client, Arthur. He wrote… Continue reading Writing and Editing at the same time, in one brain
When trying to be cute and unexpected ends up with you calling your boyfriend “daughter.” Yep. (See picture to the right). I thought “chorri” meant bird in Nepali, his native tongue. Bird is what we call each other. Sometimes bug. Sometimes tree. Whatever flies out of our mouths. But, daughter? That’s not in my league of… Continue reading The Time I called my Boyfriend, “Daughter”