This untitled poem was written twenty seven years ago (!!!!!) in the spirit of poet e e cummings; as i navigated the intricacies of what was then unrequited love.
the catalyst for this particular inquiry was an old nemesis, the word that seared me the last time I filled out these forms, one that continues to leave its dark marks on my psyche – my ‘marital status’…
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Courtesy of NPR.com | By GLENN MCDONALD | Posted 08.13.2017 | Published 09.25.2017 The Bios Urn mixes cremains with soil and seedlings. It automatically waters and cares for…
I had a great time, but quickly felt very overdressed.
The thought of someone eavesdropping on one of my regular late night sessions amuses and arouses me, in a way I’m sure the real experience would not.
Mum didn’t have a funeral ceremony, she was cremated privately, according to her wishes. Instead, our family and friends gathered together at the house we shared, about a month after she died, to remember […]
While some people find the whole notion of death abhorrent, my position is that it is a part of life. Like it or not humans are organic creatures whose natural lifespan, while long, is […]
As an Aussie I can relate very well to Sammi’s post this week, so I’m going to be very cheeky and use it as springboard for my own writing; especially since I just saw the […]
The care and attention to detail that many of small sexy business bring to their customers deserves support!
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