(By Riccardo Ghilardi photographer (own work) CC) Lisa saw my post processing the loss of author/activist/actor and General Feminist Badass Carrie Fisher yesterday, and asked me to share it here as […]
The day starts with the alarm going off at the ridiculously unreasonable hour of 7 a.m. I drive my 2013 silver Boxster S to the Sebring International Speedway. It’s just over the bridge from the hotel so you have time for a quick breakfast sandwich. It’s always better to have something in your stomach if you have to throw up later.
From acclaimed poet Marie Howe, a candid and unapologetic poem about coming of age and experiencing “the first pure thrill of unreluctant desire.” This poem casts no aspersions on the exploration of sexuality; instead, the poem celebrates it.