For Your Love (when it isn't there)
My hope scatters like sawdust from the blade. Walk backwards, collect every grain of sand. This is for your soul, when the levee finally...


Leslie Feinberg
I find myself lacking eloquent words to express my sadness at the passing of Leslie Feinberg. My copy of Stone Butch Blues, its tattered...
Poems are important
I wrote this sometime around April 5th and took a few months to finish it. ..................................................... The sky...