A Jocund Company

  Today I realized a dream that started in a British Literature course over 25 years ago. While I was waited for the professor to get to class, I paged through my Norton Anthology of English Literature for something I could digest in just a few minutes. Most of the verse was either epic length…

Lessons in Letting Go

Upon waking this morning, I slid my hand across my stomach. While I had slept, my PJs had shifted to expose some bare skin. An image came to mind. A lover’s gentle caress across my body while pulling me closer. A few tears soon followed as I realized: I hadn’t been touched tenderly by a lover in…