The angry molar is gone. In its place is a stitched excavation bleeding into a wad of gauze. Before Dr. Loo yanked it out I ran my tongue over its pitted surface one last time and thanked it kindly for almost five decades of loyal service, but when he asked me if i wanted to …
Category: Aging & Dying
The monkish (married?) life
I’m living the monk’s life in my green turtle bus, up on the bluff over the lagoon. Wake up, chop wood and carry water, wash my panties in a pail and hang them to dry in the sun. Sit a bit, stretch a bit, watch the tides roll out and in. Out, and in. Soak …
The progress of long-distance love
This long-distance cross-border love thing—this thing that everyone says DON’T DO, it’ll drive you crazy, it’ll never work—i daresay, seems to be working. The naysayers are probably right, too—long-distance love never does work. For the young. But I am a grownup, and grownup love is different. I am in love with an American man, and …
Dying stars
Can anything ever, so beautiful, die? So sexy. So alive. So hot. So bright. Lou Reed. John Lennon. Glenn Freye. Freddie. Bowie, Dylan, Keith and Mick. All dying suns. Shooting stars. Burning always through night sky.
The wake of Kenny-La
Kenny was the reddest man I have ever known. Pure fire. A burner, of bridges and walls and so much more. He left a wake of creation and destruction, chaos and art. Kenny was my teacher in so many ways. He taught me about my own anger, my ego, my pride. There were times I …