This is a vignette from my newsletter   I recently cried on a treadmill listening to the Dixie Chicks’ “Goodbye Earl.” I’d never considered the lesbian subtext of that song before — Maryanne and Wanda end up living together on a farm and selling artisanal jam after they kill Wanda’s […]

If I could love you a thousand more years

This is a vignette from my newsletter.   “I want to feel the wild charge of your bare skin against mine,” you said. It was late at night and I had been driving for hours through Maryland Virginia North Carolina. We passed a billboard that said, “It’s not a choice, it’s […]

The wild charge

This is a vignette from my newsletter.   It was late again. (Isn’t it always?) For the last hour you had been seducing me with tales of Hawaiian sea goddesses and their revenges. You told me to take my clothes off and light a candle. You told me to fill […]

My first language is you

#252 I wasn’t born to follow rivers. I mistake clarity for ease. ______ #253 Sometimes we ate dinner in the Super Kmart. Each time was a “treat.” ______ #254 She said, “You are the girl I’m kind of in love with.” Kill ’em with kind ofs. ______ #255 I cried […]

Haiku for Adulthood: Self-flagellation edition

In the scintillant, predawn light of Sunday morning, October 10, 2010, our limbs were entwined, sweat gathered in the hollow of my lower back where she placed both her hands. She looked up at me in the dark, and in that look, a hundred stories, a perfect wordless unity. But […]