Poetry
Summer 1993
Family Romance
Whenever I catch two men kiss, in the streets, or in the movies, I’m filled with so much envy, always wanting to be filled up the way a woman would. […]
Poetry
Summer 1993
Many Rivers to Cross
Many rivers to cross, but I can’t seem to find my way over. Maybe you wonder why I’m not stronger. Maybe you wonder if I’ve lost and lost badly. Yet […]
Poetry
Winter 1993
Spared
My hair, quotidian, my hair, ululates like a cut peony that only dogs can hear. The ebony handle of my brush black as Snow White’s hair draws strand by strand […]