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Bring me
Bring me flowers, because flowers die and have to be brought again and again Bring me a stone for which no blood was spilled Bring me cat food, and five grapefruit you bought for five dollars at the grocer’s Bring … Continue reading
Posted in gender and sexuality, my glamorous life, poetry
Tagged army guy, food, love, love poetry, poetry - mine, sound of waves, three thousand miles, water
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the plant reaches toward the light
marigold meant for marriage by the front door — for luck – grows leggy and strange in its pursuit of the light that falls just short of the door it blooms barely marigold but still blooms tiny yellow hearts at … Continue reading
Posted in gender and sexuality, my glamorous life, poetry, religion and spirituality, wheel of the year
Tagged aloe plant, army guy, bisexuality, blooms, boston, domestic partnership, doom, earth-based spirituality, gardening, high summer, lesbian marriage, love, marigolds, marriage, men, nature, plants, poetry, poetry - mine, religion, shacking up, shade gardening, spirit, spiritual practice, summer, summertime in boston, sunlight, sunlight of the spirit
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the drama of the disoriented traveler
M thought we’d postpone the trip until June, but he underestimated the pull of California. I may be Yankee-bred, but I’m California-born, and that handful of years I spent there shifted me in some fundamental way a born-and-bred New Englander … Continue reading
The move: after the solstice
Thursday 12/22/2011 All the carefully ordered placement of yesterday has been overlaid by a new layer of boxes, furniture, packing materials. And a layer of dust that traveled with M’s furniture from the old house to the new. Waking up … Continue reading
The move: during
Saturday 12/17/2011 Moving day. 8:30 a.m. and I have time enough for tea, time enough for love. Sipping the tea from my to-go mug (all the china is packed). Laptop laboring away with its asthmatic fan. Surrounded by boxes, and … Continue reading
The move: before
Friday, December 16, 2011 Twenty minutes. Half the house in boxes, half my body in distress, half my mind in disarray. The movers come tomorrow. Yesterday I wrote the checks and opened the door and walked in to the empty … Continue reading
Posted in my glamorous life
Tagged army guy, bisexuality, gender, glbt, living in sin, love, marriage, moving in, on being a bisexual woman, on being a queer woman, relationships, shacking up
The move: before, during, after (introduction)
On a bright, cool day in December I packed up all my things and took the fool’s journey into a new cohabitation. The fool will say “it’s different this time,” but the wise fool knows when it’s actually true. What … Continue reading
Pepper spray, football, and other words that don’t mean what we think they mean
Last night, as Army Guy and I sat down for a late dinner at Galway House, tables filled with (mostly) large (mostly) men shouted at the plasma screens as men in tight pants ran around and jumped on each other*. … Continue reading
Posted in gender and sexuality, my glamorous life, politics, strongly worded letters
Tagged army guy, boston, class, class warfare, culture, gender and sexuality, gentrification, history, lesbians, liberal politics, my glamorous life, nonviolent resistance, occupy boston, occupy wall street, OWS, politics, protesting, sports
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Restrepo
Restrepo is the name of a man, an American man, killed in Afghanistan. His brothers took the valley, killed more men, and named the valley after him. All the men and women, children, goats, and cows who lived and died … Continue reading
Posted in my glamorous life, poetry, politics, race and class, reviews
Tagged armed services, army, army guy, class, compassion, gender, living in wartime, poetry, poetry - mine, trauma, veterans, war
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