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In spring 2019, I visited an adult toy store for the first time in years. I’m not in the least bit embarrassed about being in a sex shop — I…
In spring 2019, I visited an adult toy store for the first time in years. I’m not in the least bit embarrassed about being in a sex shop — I…
This is the second post in my resurrected practice of writing lists of things I am grateful for. The first post in this series is here. Others from the more…
The writing of this poem, and the circumstances that led to its surfacing, helped me discover, name and understand something about myself that I think I’ve always known at some…
February and March 2020 weren’t such great months. Not for me. Not for most of the rest of the world. I wrote this poem towards the middle of March, after…
They say time heals all wounds. Let it be so. doing time ©2020 punkie doing time the rhythmic tick tock of the antique clock tortures & tears…
In early 2020, I helped organize a series of discussions entitled Hope Is Not A Plan. The facilitated discussions on death and dying were based on the book Being Mortal…
the devil’s in the house of the rising sun © 2020 pookie the devil’s in the house of the rising sun i awake at sunrise with a universe-sized canyon…