I’ve only ever had threesomes: Myself, my sexual partner, and some third thing that hovered over and between us, Like netting cast against mosquitoes, Except the mosquitoes were my own mind. * Well, not exclusively threesomes: My purest sexual experiences have been with friends, Times where the pleasure was something which flowed from our friendship,… Continue reading I’ve only ever had threesomes
Category: poetry
A prayer for rain
New Mexico, where I live, is currently swaddled by fires, And so it feels incumbent to pray for rain. * And yet my prayer is not only for New Mexico, nor for literal rain: It is for all people, places, and times, and for all soothing, quenching liquids for various states of distress. * My… Continue reading A prayer for rain
Four 2100s
2100: In this future, humanity has uploaded our consciousnesses to cyberspace and thereby done away with physicality. Somewhere in myriad rooms, bodies sit, ingest nutrients, and decay, but all of this is rendered negligible by the mechanized wonder that completes our imaginations. In a sense, we have willfully submitted to the reality of the film… Continue reading Four 2100s
Pillow talk
The things learned beside the pillow of a lover, Secrets told and then made obsolete when relationship ends. * Facts about a dangerous past, An abusive one, About mistakes made, Fantasies rendered. * What to do with such truths when the connection is irrelevant? What becomes them? * Do they live on, Like ghosts that… Continue reading Pillow talk
The strand
There is a strand of light That I have been following my whole life. I know it as a sensation: A pull forward from my heart, My gut, Perhaps from somewhere deeper. * When in touch with the strand, I feel a sense of flow, An intuitive “yes” to what is being offered me by… Continue reading The strand
Jackson Holzberg Buckley 