I was telling my good friend about an experience I had as a kid that was vital to my well-being. It helped me understand there’s a bigger world than my home and the town I lived in. At UC Santa Barbara I learned about queerness, race, freedom, music, writing, friendship. It helped me understand that… Read More »
There’s a poem I taught long ago, when I taught university, that blew the minds of my poetry students. Was I a jerk, to assign this poem? Who knows. Well, you couldn’t say it was boring. I think of it as the snail poem, but it’s actually “The Connoisseuse of Slugs” by Sharon Olds. If… Read More »
I woke up confused and ok–felt good, to be in the middle place. I felt contented and independent. Like I was right, alone. But then I reached for my phone, a connection to other humans. Read the txts that came while I was sleeping. Cackled like a crone at a friend’s joke. This morning I… Read More »