Don’t know how we found each other Our angels must’ve talked “She likes the moon” “He does, too” “He doesn’t trust many” “She only lets in a few” “She’s been hurt” “He’ll make her whole” “He’s had a hard life” “She’s a young soul” “She loves the river” “He’s not one for the sand” “He … Continue reading Our Angels Must’ve Talked
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Never Were We
You are strange And strangely familiar Cool as a night swim In the deep blue sea Gentle as the breeze That brushes my cheek Warm as cashmere Genuinely soft Sinewy, but not hard To reach, that is Dark but not mysterious I see you clearly We are not strangers Never were we -Just L (November … Continue reading Never Were We
Civil War – A Battle in Progress
My body has become a battlefield The peace I have cultivated Within my sacred temple Is at war with my anxiety These long many months I’ve been assaulted Bloodied Rejuvenated Exalted Uncharacteristically low-balled Totaled Decimated Destroyed Inside this state There is no win Just moments before This campaign My sanctuary remained Sought after Logical Cultured … Continue reading Civil War – A Battle in Progress
Who Me? Yes You (Me, too)
In the wake of #metoo, poet Just L shares a deeply personal account involving sexual assault, drugs and rock n roll.
Love Has No Ethnicity
Yesterday, at SFO, while waiting for my daughter to clear customs, a man with a luggage cart stacked with clear-tape wrapped luggage, approached me and asked if he could use my phone to make a call to his wife. He showed me the handwritten number (I recognized it as a Bay Area phone number) written … Continue reading Love Has No Ethnicity
Thoughts from a chair in France
Seeing all of the #grateful posts (on Facebook and other social media) and my own grateful posts of years’ past, I am simply grateful that I am in another season. I know my life looks extraordinary and too often extraordinarily easy. To those who know and love me, they know this isn’t necessarily so. Some … Continue reading Thoughts from a chair in France
I Don’t Want To Think About You
I recall the way I touched your hand. I have not forgotten how you smell. I remember the way you looked at me. Together we tasted sweetness, and fell. Music reminds me of the times we shared. I don’t want to think about you. But I hope you are well. ~Just L (November 5, 2017) … Continue reading I Don’t Want To Think About You
Armor is not Amore
The excitement of being ‘his’ faded when lights weren’t on him. In that space between stage-light and candlelight. This ate at me, but I couldn’t figure it out. Figured he, too, needed a safe retreat from the world. He was a typical friendly and popular figure. Atypically handsome, strong, and kind. He was the perfectly … Continue reading Armor is not Amore
Aches
He touched me in places I had avoided for most of my life. The scar on my belly — The muffin top with jelly — My too busy brain — So where I had once experienced pain now interestingly aches. ~Just L (October 16, 2017)
Mistake I Made
There was a time when all I wanted was for you to see the mistake you made. In time, all I saw is the mistake I made. ~Just L (October 13, 2017) #abouthim
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