Stories

Well, poetry, in the broadest most mundane sense of the term. How many to come I don't know. I post these things only to remove them later, so who can tell.

After leaving his family home and breaking up with his boyfriend a young man finds himself alone. On Easter morning he watches his neighbors celebrate and regrets his decisions. A neighbor comes to cheer him up.

Haiku are well suited for observations in nature, but their meanings, for me, can be much deeper in their connection to the human spirit. All these poems are observations and outlets for what lays within.

Married to a man for 19 years. In October, 2010, I realized I was gay. This is that story.

Pauses in the life of Eraclio

Natalie is not what she seems.

Tatters: A poem about what is said and what is never said. Thoughts torn apart for love.

Supposition: Perception or assumption.

A place for my 2015 prompts. Don't expect any rhyme or reason, my prompts don't work that way.

A series on finding my love, and then losing her.

An apartment with a view.