Daisy by Ned Tobin

She Loves Me, She Loves Me Not

Walking home today I came upon the beloved daisy and remembered occasions in the past where a friend has run the gauntlet: (s)he loves me, (s)he loves me not. How do I love? Do I leave it up to question like this, wondering if that soul loves me or are they not in love with […]


Spirit, The Open Dialog of Sexuality

“I cannot be the whole for him. I can neither exist nor be in his place. But I can perhaps give him a livable place, prepare a space around him, contain myself: approach myself while drawing away from myself. Return in me without scattering or dispersing myself. […] Only your existence helps me to be […]