I bought a book this weekend ( Read more... )

Today I am writing a new song ( Read more... )

Kosta,
After my Abuelita died, all the advice I read about the grieving process hazarded against making any rash decisions or large changes in your life for the next year or so.  "Give your emotions time to reach an even keel again," my therapist said, implying that the turbulence of my grief would find reprieve with time.  I didn't believe her ( Read more... )

Being with you
was like a whisper at midnight
subtle and sad
soft and silken
like the kiss of the lake
on the sand at shore
where we lay
zippers hiss
fingers dig into flesh
with desperation
I tried to find you
I tried to feel you
skin tugs on skin
your stubble shreds my lips
The weight of you
along my whole body
finally...

I gave in.

I took you up
in my messy ( Read more... )

The remains of the month ahead of me... such little time is left in this October, and so many changes have come to pass ( Read more... )

Dating is hard fucking work.  Jesus Christ.  It's like I don't have anything figured out any more and I'm doing my hair and getting my nose pierced and asking for this person's opinion and I think, "why do I care?"

Oh the way eyes widen: 
open blue ocean---

no... green?

He's holding his breath.

I'm dancing for him.

He looks at me...

Captured.

A world that spins ( Read more... )

I wear my punk rock boots ( Read more... )

My boots rooted to the dance floor ( Read more... )