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Sailing to Turkiye, or Egypt, or Port Canaveral
In early July 2026, Virgin Voyages’ Scarlet Lady, chartered by Atlantis Events for an LGBTQ+ Mediterranean cruise, faced back-to-back port denials from the governments of Turkiye and Egypt. Turkish officials declared the passengers “incompatible with the fabric of our society and our moral values.” Egypt offered no explanation. This piece is my response. Sailing to Turkiye, or Egypt, or Port…
Learning to Spell
Spirit says: “Your words create your world. Shoot for the stars.”I say: “I’m 17 again...only this time, this time!I’ll go straight to the SavOn(remember those?)and buy hair-clippers to shave my back and chest and arms(I can handle the chest and armsbut I’ll have to find someone todo the back – maybe Grammy, she always seemed to knowwhat direction I was headed). I’ll work out and run with my…
Apartment
Shadowed carpet, staineddark baseboards hiding behind stacked silent pages, dusty lamplight warms marred paintand softens the wizened cat. * More Experiments in Form HERE.
Mind
It’s exhausting preparing for every future.When you’re nearing 60, escaping sounds good.A quantum jump, not the other kind.They tell me not to think about it, butI keep hoping I wake up in another life so relieved there are tears and a huge smile, reset. It’s happened before. I was being convictedof a crime I didn’t commit. Then I woke up!I need it to happen again.Maybe it will again.It’s…
Muse
Before landranged his sea-storied heart,ensnared dancing feet with steadyanthems and fence-post church: Kaliope conjured love with spells,doused promise with heroic truth –onward, always onward,worshipped and feared –never sure, never more alive. *
Acaustic
Howare we spottedrubes, mediocre moles,rheumatics, lazy-eyes, toyearn advance rebelstrike against earth’s gross design,this festered indignity, whenyou, unaware,lay on a couch,eye your stunningsex, and smile? (For My Policeman) *
Maker
He’s not mad, your maker.Not angry in the least.This was all predicted,every bit expected –the rebellion, the fall,temptation, surrender –until finally, finally, you took his handand more. *
Letters
They put a pencil in your hand, a big fat onemade for little fingers to copy outletters drawn around the edges of theceiling.They look pretty, so you draw them againand again, over and over, pages and pages of letters,and get awards for how perfectly theyfit together. Everyone is happy.You are happy. All those letters copied over and over again –everything should be that beautiful –copied until…
