Epiphanies Have No Boundaries

Oh this ones got a penis, put him in this little clear box right here!’ And so forth for the keeper of a vagina. Our very understanding of the human condition is predicated on what’s between our legs, not what rests in our hearts. In our minds.

A Poem For…

Then a day knee deep in the fray, her path met a wide eyed traveler with much to say. So comfortable it was that without hesitation she invited them in. After all how often does one get to meet their celestial twin.

Red Lips

Yes Indeed there was no more doubt, gosh I think they even had a little pout!

The Day I Met Her Was The Day I Met Myself

My daytime attire still not quite feminine, it found me looking more like a hungover rockstar than anything else. A look that always fit me well, I now finally felt like one.