This is a vignette from my newsletter.   “The problem is we’re both grandiose,” you said. It was dusk. We were circling each other like vultures. I told you I was going away for a while, but that I’d bring you back something really good. “I don’t want that,” you […]

Being with you is like fighting a wave

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

Our second date was on your birthday, and it wasn’t really a date, but you got off work early and came to visit me in the wharf. I wanted to impress you, but not too much, and settled on Reese’s peanut butter cups and a limerick. We climbed halfway up […]

Love Letters to San Francisco: Coit Tower

Remember how close we sat in Piedmont Park under the magnolia trees? We told ghost stories while the strap of your red bra fell from your shoulder, and I wanted nothing more than to touch you then, to hook my finger under the strap and return it to its proper […]

Love Letters to San Francisco: Southern Detour