which is more exciting? giving birth or being born?
I was born at 0600 PST on January 28, 1956. I turn sixty-five today January 28, 2021. It seems like yesterday and several lifetimes ago that I was turning six….
I was born at 0600 PST on January 28, 1956. I turn sixty-five today January 28, 2021. It seems like yesterday and several lifetimes ago that I was turning six….
I wrote the poem below in December 2017, a little over a year after my mom died. I’m republishing it in December 2020, when, like many others, I again find…
The first time it was clear to me that I was not part of my own family was the summer of 2005, six months after Bobby and I had…
quarantine a short poem by punkie quarantine fearful others choke and smother the right to seek and find destroy fine art and break our hearts with…
a nurse her re rhyme ©2015 by punkie the king is in the parlour, pissed off at his sister the queens are in the pantry finding ways to…
Of these four, which one doesn’t fit: rug, egg, drum, sex? I remember the question. I remember the answer. But I’ll be damned if I remember the rest of the…
“DITTO!” was all it took to bring tears to me eyes. You wouldn’t think one word at the end of a tweet from someone you don’t “know,” retweeted by someone…
In the summer of 2012, I was cracking up (not in a good way). I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. So I did both. Often. And intensely. Things…
Life breaks my heart. There it is land-sliding Down my lover’s shoulders When we discover death in the backyard. Life dissolves my heart. There it is flowing in the river Of…
I write. I write a play. A book. A blog post. A dozen blog posts. Hundreds of blog posts. Articles and particles, bits and pieces, nuts and bolts. A lifetime. I…