I walked naked into the arms of the sea without too much thought. I hadn't intended to. It was a cool April morning on the far northwest tip of the Washington coastline. I had only meant to go for a short walk, inhale my morning tobacco and coffee with a view of crashing waves and towering rocks while the sun began its relentless march up the sides of the sky and before I had to begin mine up the sides of a cliff and back to the van. We were leaving that day, I had been leadi

Have you heard? Of the “Widows Fire”? A heat that only the dead can quench Unchecked desire rising forth Inflamed, heart, eyes, soul and pelvis Calling after the lost one Touch me! Touch me! Touch me! Old (and not so old) bodies flooded like adolescents Salty tears and salty climax pouring out of bodies rent by pain and loss. Shame and guilt riding reverse cowgirl like it’s the only position Howls of pain become the keening of ecstasy Ecstatic moans fall away into shuddering

In the quiet spaces between our breaths, where memories linger like soft echoes, we find the roots of our being intertwined with those...