Last week, making love, you bit me.
Now the blue and dark have gone
and yellow bruises grow toward pale daffodils,
then paler to become until my body
is all my own and what that ever got me.
-- Richard Brautigan
Remember how conflicted I felt over receiving money via Gayle's death? I think I found a way to put it to good use. My friend Matjames Metson is a…
I was close. Gayle died at 10:30 tonight.
The morning news reminded me that it's now been a decade since this happened.