Recently, in a dark recess of some red womb-like room, I was pondering the myth of our knowing each other. How can we say that we know one another in our full silence? Sometimes, on long car trips, my husband will repeat a single phrase in his sleep. Sometimes it's not even made of words, but I can tell he means it to be, or his dream-self does ( Read more... )

I was smoking pot out on the back porch, and the cops came and busted me! WTF?

Sexton's not returning my phone calls, so I'll amuse myself with this oh-too-true quiz!

Haha! Take that, you craggy old bat! I mean, Mrs. Mistress Sexton. I'm sorry, Audre! I do think you're a smartie, honest -- no matter what the nuns may say. They're just jealous of your unique capabilities where woman-loving is concerned ( Read more... )

I hope no one finds out about my torrid affair with Diane. The love we have shared for each other all these years is deep and thick, rooted in an unspoken understanding and solidarity ... and she's a very passionate woman ...

But really, I was just hoping she'd make me a rhubarb pie.

This has been a disappointing day. My Spouse (who shall remain nameless... bastard) and I had a fight -- apparently he finds the way I stare at the children while they make bread extremely inappropriate. He's just the latest in a long line of people whom I make very uncomfortable. But can I help it? I've spent so much of my writing career ( Read more... )

Anne and I had one wonderful night of gin & tonics and sharing stories, and now she acts as though I don't exist. I've seen this before. It happened with my first lover, and then all the rest. Am I clingy? I've got a lot to offer -- hot sex, poetry, a full pack of Salems in my coat pocket -- and people always hold me at arm's length ( Read more... )

Hello, my name is Sharon. My father was an awful man, my mother a doormat; the world has gutted me like an escargot, and I can't find my new gloves. I enjoy long walks through Russia, sex without love, enjambment, awkward silences, and the films of Marilyn Monroe. Anne Sexton won't return my calls. Will you be my friend?