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 …
Category: Aging & Dying
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 …
In love with a boy and his dog
I am in love with a boy and his dog. It’s an old-fashioned sort of a thing. Because mostly how things go in these fast-moving times is: you meet, and you flirt, and then you have sex. Sometimes on the same day, or maybe on the second or third date. And then hormones explode and …