Bill Nye was amazing. His lecture was funny, poignant, hopeful, personal, and highly informative. The gym in the RFC (our workout center at Morris) was packed with students of all ages. (A mom with her husband and their elementary school aged daughter and son sat in front of me. The girl thought that Bill NyeContinue reading “The Science Guy”
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resting place
In my life, I’m busy:Homework keeps me on my toes,friends invite me to socialize & social events,& the real world awaits. But the mountains are calling, John Muir says,& I must go,the Misty Mountains are calling,& dwarves are in my Hobbit hole. The mountains, Misty or not, stand stock still,as unshakeable as soldiers.The streams gurgle,theContinue reading “resting place”
The Journey
There’s a tall glass of water on the counter,& a tiny door in front of you. It’s like Alice’s passage into Wonderland,an oaken door to adventure,to green parks & freshly painted houses all in rows You’re about to embrace an adventure,a road where no one has traveled,where your bare feet will be the first printsContinue reading “The Journey”
an ocean
Your blue-green wavestug me from the soft sand & beckon me into your lapping waters,where I splash youwith my goose-pimpled skin,warmed by the sudden blaze of Volcanus’ heat from your undertow. M.B.B.5/28/15edited 5/23/2020
Dear Jude
I miss your cleaning. I miss hearing you trot out arpeggios in the middle of the night on the piano, when you can’t seem to grasp reality. I miss your cooking. I miss the sound of your voice, even when you’re angry. I miss the looks you shared with Willem; I miss you looking atContinue reading “Dear Jude”
Threads
So, this is what it’s like to truly miss you:wanting nothing more than to wrap you in my armslike I would wrap a present with a nice, tight red bow. Your smooth, supple legs twining around mine,our clothes lost from top to bottom—the threads unraveling with each kiss& each brush of each touchrenewing my faithContinue reading “Threads”
It’s the little things
It’s the little things that set you apart from others:your shining blue eyes,the way you brush your teeth,the way you comb your hair,and the way in which you walk with your calve musclesit’s the steady thumping of your fingers on your keyboard,your sharp laughter at something funny,and your long hugswhich warm me like a blanketContinue reading “It’s the little things”
How to Love Someone Two Hours Away: a Time Capsule
It’s harder than concrete,& sparser than the desert flowers Meeting up, everything’s rushed:time floats like the loon they say;driving the kids around in the golf cart,pushing little Ezra to “go higher!” on the swing set,watching The Lego Movie on your grandma’s bed Kissing you is sweeterthan salt water taffy;our tongues crackling electricity in our mouths,snappingContinue reading “How to Love Someone Two Hours Away: a Time Capsule”
Canvas
Your body is an inspirationfrom which I can paint,splattering bits of the colors you’re wearing onto my canvas I rub color-pieces of clothes onto my canvas:the red of your button-down shirt,my faded blue jeans,& your Game of Thrones socks. I smear all of theseinto the thick white canvas spread before me& leave impressions of themContinue reading “Canvas”
I want you back in my bed
I want you back in my bed,slithering over the covers of my duvet,slinking closer to kiss and caress me I want you back in my bed,writhing and moaning underneath me,a gasping hot mess,a volcano about to blow I want you back in my bed,your arms twined around me,your head resting on my chest I missContinue reading “I want you back in my bed”
The Boys of Hood Hall
Jude &JB &Willem && Malcolm. You are a found family of Peter Pan’sa brotherhood built from the ground up in Hood Hall,friends through shithole apartments& ex-boyfriends and ex-girlfriends,starting at the bottom of the law firm/art/architecture/film ladder& working your way up to the top floorto push your way out onto the roofstanding side-by-side, fists raised inContinue reading “The Boys of Hood Hall”
lounging rock
the sun shines brightly through the treeswarming me on the lounging rockwhere I lie, stretched out on my backlistening to the whipper willowsand the sighing aspen leaves M.B.B.3/21/2020
Piano Keystrokes
I play keystrokes like some play the piano. I plink out words, which are my melodies. I move with the flow of words. My song flows out of my wrists like a rushing river. My left and right-hand move in synchronized ballet, each lifting and falling on their tippy toes. Some people play the piano;Continue reading “Piano Keystrokes”
Dogs are too Good for Us
Dogs are too good for us. They love us unconditionally, a sign of undying love in their licks and tail wags, whether we leave for a day or five minutes (and then come back). In heaven, it should be filled with tennis balls, treats to eat, and fluffy clouds to sleep on. Dogs are tooContinue reading “Dogs are too Good for Us”
Dear Willem
You compiled my life for me—a spreading accordion of file folders labeled Jude I Jude II Jude III Jude IV bursting with awards, photos, certificates, love letters, JB’s art, & my legal documents With you,you shone like the Sun,brightening the white-washed walls of our apartment Your jumper cable armswound around me kept me safefrom theContinue reading “Dear Willem”
The Nerdy Nook 