Huddled Masses In The Dark

Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door! This poem, written by Emma Lazarus—inscribed on the Statue of...

Writing Works

When we suggest that “writing works,“ we are joined in a collective mindset, believing that the act of putting pen to paper becomes an art that opens many arteries to greater understanding of self and the world that each of us inhabits. Writing can be as...

Straight Into Bliss

Wet kiss Wet we were fielding around one another Cranes stooped Sweeping wing dance Full grace, nature’s grace Mating graces, mates Kiss Wet introduction enters mind into body Warm calculations Beat pumping rhyme Underneath bones Ribbed caged bones Marrow red...

Can He Kiss?

A kiss in the dark a kiss in the sun a kiss on the bum all of it fun I chat with Simone, I chat with Annerose, and I chat with all these other girlfriends of mine and we all agree: If he can´t kiss, it’s a no-go. In German we´d say: “Das geht gar nicht.“ (That doesn’t...

Missing Toni

“I must go to see Toni,” I repeated to myself and others; anyone who would listen. I thought of her: lying in the hospital bed, waiting, waiting to eat, waiting for a nurse, waiting for me to come and see her, waiting to live, waiting to die. As the weeks went by, I...