"Casual Tease" and "Aria"

The Class of 1953 Tachikawa Air Base Bride School girls were fertile, well-fed and rested.

The only reason I’ve seen Space Jam: A New Legacy so much recently is because I wanted to avoid talking to my wife.

A ferry will capsize with 476 people on board.

Life is viciously short.

"Me, all scatter-shotted words I tried out in the air ..."

i wanna drift like they do...

Spring was months away; I could pretend peril didn’t exist.

“And then after I came out to my wife, she stumbled across People Can Change,” said the man from Fresno.

I didn’t want the water badly enough to die for it.

Do you hear it there?

The moment the cowboy bursts into the saloon, doors swinging wide, conversations splitting into silence, it’s already over.

a new villanelle

Don’t they let you? Don’t they ever let you lay down your head?

n the car, on the way to the hospital, I put my head in my lap and my hands over my ears, willing the city to disappear.

i always loved to keep a summerboy around...

But the shortstop is still bothered.

"Hot Girl Manifesto" and "Blockbuster"

So obviously I couldn’t do it. She would have known it was real.

because we know this world
pickles our losses
and makes them just sweet enough
to eat again.

Years after reading the story (Junot Diaz' "Drown"), after teaching it to high schoolers (many of them POC), I set out to rewrite this queer of color narrative in my story, "The Monks." I wanted to show how a straight, masculine guy of color could brush up against queerness and feel empowered by it, not scared, even if in the slightest of ways, the slightest of spiritual progressions. 

Beautiful, the flat-forever fields of Wisconsin as I barrel on through flurries, gobbling cheese curds, until, through the fluff, the end appears.

Marriage is often thought of as having little to do with eroticism.1

I met my husband while bartending in Oakland. He applied to be the new chef. Tattooed knuckles. Chubby cheeks. Full beard.

I wanted my nudity recognized and for people to consider or even remark upon the wound between my thighs and I was bursting to stand on my desk and shout: “Somebody get me an ice cream already!”

Would you terrorize sailors
and pirates, shake their great
fat jewels to the seafloor?

That summer held the moment, in real time and in my memory for several years, of something he said that I didn’t hear.