Monthly Archives: August, 2009
Gratitude
A friend… not the man pictured here:
but a different man different than this one. Possibly a woman, even. Possibly a girl:
This friend who I have not pictured here, thanked me recently in the forward to their book.
I found this touching. It is a grand gesture, after all, acknowledgment.
It is broad and sweeping and indells my [...]
Heartache revisited
As you know, dear ones, Oola is heartbroken. Not only have I been abandoned by my most recent lover, Julian Brindle, who many of you know from his work designing erotic housewares and furniture, I have also lost my dearest chicken. An Araucana (South American Rumpless).
Julian purchased the Araucana for me as a symbol for [...]
I might die of heartache
How can it be? Oola alone. Oozing Oola weeps sleepily. I’ve napped and slept and blanketed myself, knee deep in wrappings, eyes thick, spine twisting, wishing for a back to curl around, for that expanse of skin to grow, this full moon in front of me. I’m sick with it. An arching tossed lightly. I [...]
