Category Archives: truth
looking in the mirror at the Mayflower Hotel
As your arms wrap tightly around me, I wonder if your face has the same expression when you hug your wife after French toast with powdered sugar.
Pit Bulls, Valium, Ira Glass, and GW Parkway
My drive into DC on December 1, 2012
understanding
Hold my hand so that we may move in ways that are unknown and difficult to comprehend.
Damage Control
I know a man who lives outside the bounds while claiming loyalty to his wife; a place where speech is silver, silence golden- only a matter of time ’til the next tree falls.
becoming
I have never felt more whole than now, despite coming through a year in which my body has been cut into multiple times and parts have been removed.
Warrior Woman by Peter Gaumond
No blade can excise your fierce femininity, no illness withstand the cleansing of your tears. Wounds are swallowed in the embrace of your openness. Sing forth my priestess of transformation.
Where I’m From by Christopher Gaumond
I am from glistening water falling though the sieve. tall snowmen from shining green hostas crab apple trees, birches, oaks, elms, and occasional ashes and pines I am from Buffalo wings potato soup with bacon, cheese and onions, ham and … Continue reading
My Mom by Christopher Gaumond
If my Mom were a shape she would be a Myriagon because her personality seems round at first, but she really has a thousand sides. If my Mom were a weather condition she would be a meteor because she suddenly … Continue reading