On Saturday I’m Going To Be Homeless

I knew it was coming, this day. Like those on this side of the canyon watching the night sky grow from a dark, almost imperceptible henna to tangerine to apricot. They knew it was coming, this night. Tonight at long last I've long lost everything I once valued: love and lovers; mind and mindfulness; mother … Continue reading On Saturday I’m Going To Be Homeless

Shame and Regret: The Sting of Social Stigma

First posted in August 2012 Shame And Regret: The Sting of Social Stigma has more of a wallop five years later than four years earlier. We as a race must get something out of persecuting the disenfranchised and marginalized friends, family's, lovers, idols, and heroes. Maybe we ought to look inside ourselves and find that kernel of fear. … Continue reading Shame and Regret: The Sting of Social Stigma

I Reckon, It Was My Reckoning

PLEASE NOTE: BnB has 190 posts. I doubt you're going to rummage around in the basement of my blog, so I've decided to bring a handful of posts forward and mention why these are some of my favorites. Like: My Penned Invention of the Pen Invention (because I had fun writing it); or, The Start starring Wile … Continue reading I Reckon, It Was My Reckoning

Kissing, de novo

Kissing anchors a promise between two; Kisses can be the sound of winter-whitened whispering pines; fresh, slow, quiet; Kissing can be cagey and duplicitous; A kiss earns thirty silver coins; A kiss costs a lifetime; A kiss is as silent as a prayer; Kissing celebrates a war's end; A kiss draws breath lips tongues; A … Continue reading Kissing, de novo