Category Archives: Poems

Pulse and Shattering

I am an old dyke. I’ve been out and proud since 1977 – a long time. When I came out, it wasn’t like it is now, even in NYC, where I lived. The bars were where we went to be … Continue reading

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On Being Molested – Part 5

First, a totally irrelevant point – is it really July? Impossible – it was just March. Time really does fly…even if you’re not having fun. I continue to ponder my parts these days, as we enter into the month that … Continue reading

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On Being Molested – Part 4

How did being molested at an early age change me, I wonder? Because I don’t know who I was, or who I was meant to be, or who I might have been. All that can never be discovered or retrieved, … Continue reading

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On Being Molested, Part 3

On hard days, I still talk to my different parts. Most of the conversations happen late at night, when I can’t sleep. When ghosts try to enter the inner sanctum. When I am most vulnerable – at my most tired. … Continue reading

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Burying the Ghosts of Trauma

As I have worked my way through the worst of my trauma – the debilitating, breath-stopping, function-sucking part – I have tried to buried my father’s ghost hundreds of times, with varying degrees of success. In retrospect, it amazes me … Continue reading

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On Being Molested

How’s that for a title? Over the past decade, so much of my life has been about healing. About learning how to trust after a lifetime (really, truly – a lifetime) spent in the trust abyss. I have done it … Continue reading

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In Memoriam (#Charlestonshooting)

Darkness and Light Obsidian night stretching into day light drowned in tears. Fleeting flashes bright sparks of hatred snuffing out souls. Real people not abstractions. Speak their names. Cynthia Hurd 54 years old. Beloved librarian. Innocents communing in the bosom … Continue reading

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