Le paradis n'est pas artificiel …

June 27, 2006


sword in the vacuum of life
need we name its slice?

A poem on the occasion of Pride 2006 -- belated happy high holy days, all -- though, just back from our trip and several end-days on the floor at Heathrow airport (cheapest digs in London!) I was too travel-worn for any such revelry. I wimped out and wrote a poem instead.

We also had friends staying with us that week -- including, incidentally, my friend Mishann, who was showing films at Frameline, and her sweetheart, Posted by Delire at June 27, 2006 12:33 PM

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