a little something for you…

silent night 2010

For my Grandmother.

My grandmother died. At the age of 93, my last living grandparent transitioned to where ever people go after they take a last breath. I can only assume it’s a nice place, perhaps more reminiscent of the life she conjured for herself in her mind than the one she lived every day. Not that my… [Read More]

lyrics.

not a day goes by when I miss you at all. you were always his never ours and part of me, but not mine. you were never mine.

I love hotels.

It’s true. I love to live in hotels. For about five years, I’ve spent the majority of my living time in hotels all over North America. For work, for art, whatever. Even now I write this from a hotel room in Long Beach, CA. I could be staying with a friend but instead, I choose… [Read More]

more things i found in my computer that i wrote…

reactions to this story are always all over the map. i’m okay with that. * A few years ago my sister said to me:  I’m going to tell you something, and I want you to listen to all of what I have to say, and don’t get mad. Okay, I said, knowing it would probably… [Read More]

things i find in my computer that i wrote.

it’s almost perfect to have a one sided love in which, every day, I can rewrap the package and open it again with glee, to see how loving another has filled me with such joy, radiance and bliss. to always know that there is something new to discover, in secret from everyone else, including him.

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