A would-be poet and photographer from Tidewater VA, I struggled to find my niche at Dartmouth in 1982. I didn’t like contact sports. I didn’t
Read MoreI’ve waited long enough, let enough time pass. It’s time now to say what kind of thing it was and put it out of mind,
Read MoreSitting on a beach chair next to my newly married wife on a quiet Californian beach was nirvana. I held the hand of a person
Read MoreI look at him in exasperation. My eyes squint out my own form of Morse code stating, “You don’t have to check on me.” I
Read More“Stick your finger in my butt,” I whispered to my wife, Lisa. She obliged. I cringed when she penetrated me and later, in refraction, I
Read MoreMost of their adult children lived out of state, yet my husband’s parents called them every Sunday. Carl and I lived nearby, and they
Read MoreDear Milena, If these words and letters ever reach the green fields of your beautiful scrutiny, please forgive their rough appearance. They have survived many
Read MoreWhen he was born, he had a hole in his heart. It wasn’t a big hole, but it was enough to pronounce its significance through
Read MoreWe lay together, spooning, my head on your shoulder, wild blonde hair in your face, which you push away good-naturedly. Your arm is draped over
Read MoreTHIS LOVE ENDED (1) When I knew we would have to be apart for a while, I asked him to visit every other week. I
Read More“I would marry you if you were Chinese!” We met at university. I was majoring in Sociology and he in Business. A real degree,
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