They say the Caraval is full of wonder.Boys and girls of all ages,they wander.Look at the shops. Look as the sun drops and colors explode in the sky.Why don't you join us?We have amazing prizes. Gold crowns,wishes of any prices.Illusions,magic -...

But Why Poetry? Because we don't care if wecrash on its shore and sinkin its mud up to our knees. Because maybe inducing a stanzamight keep one's head above the surfaceof an old lover whose memorywon't leave us alone. Maybe someone writesat...

As I write here, I am sitting outside and the weather is beautiful.   As I imagine shapes of words I choose those that are poetic and meaningful to the topic. Another episode today, and another humiliation! I cannot go on like this…   So, I write...

When I Was The QueenBradley and I were playing dress-up...About 20 years ago, I think...We were about 30 years old then.We both knew he was gay.It was a short term friendship...both of us between men...We just hung out together...except...

A SquirrelI have a cute visiting squirrelHe came back today, climbingin my window and getting eyeballedby my imaginary cat Spot.I think he sees Spot because theyseem to play. But, don't rely on thecrazy lady. I know the squirrel is...