--HEY REMEMBER THAT TIME WHEN MY FAVORITE COLORS WERE PINK AND GREEN?
--HEY, REMEMBER THAT TIME WHEN I ONLY ATE BOXES OF TANGERINES?
--HEY, REMEMBER THAT OTHER TIME WHEN I WOULD ONLY READ THE BACK OF CEREAL BOXES?
--HEY, REMEMBER THAT TIME WHEN I WOULD ONLY SMOKE PARLIMENTS?


…"And now we welcome the New Year, full of things that have never been" Rainer Maria Rilke

….What is your New Year's Resolution?

41% -- Lose weight
32% -- I don't make them
11% -- Get a job
8% -- Make a major purchase
8% -- Fall in love

…7 million smartphones and tablets were activated on Christmas Day

…Yesterday I had this piece published at Ascent Aspirations:

Where I Am
I am not as ferocious
or unknowable as you might think.
Look at me.
No, I mean look at me.
See me.
Take my face in your hands and hold it there.
Search for the center of me,
that soft landing
pillowed place
hollowed-out space
which is neither a mustang or
a viper
but rather a little girl’s room
painted pink and soft yellow
like kind sunshine.
You are having difficulties,
I can tell.
You men make it so complicated.
I am a princess.
I am your best friend
Lover
Secret keeper
Soft shoulder
And open eyes.

Okay, then,
now take my hand
here, open it,
see the fingers uncurl
like petals.
Find the creases in the bend of my palm.
Find my life line and see if you’re not there.
You are.
You have always been there
even if you never knew it.
You’re not a fool.
Neither of us is.
And that’s why,
right now,
you need to slip your hand inside my shirt.
Go ahead,
it’s okay, I want you to.
Yes, I’m sure.
Start at the hem, go under and up
over my belly.
Glide.
I want to feel skin against skin there
where it’s warm and soft
and receptive and sacred.
Reach up under my shirt and don’t stop
until you’ve reached my breast,
the left one,
but go past,
not skimming or stopping.
This has nothing to do with my bosom,
it never has.
Okay, now press your palm there.
Yes, right on that exact spot.
Do you feel it?
That’s me.
That’s where I am.
Beating.
Alive.
Blood pouring from a spigot,
needing a receptacle.
still, alive, yes.
waiting for love,
endlessly waiting for you.