Yesterday I attended a veterans’ writing group in Sebastopol. The topic was the body. In an hour I came up with this and then performed it in front of the crowd. Like all of us, I have not only loved my entire body, but also I have lusted through and over my body. I have imagined it as a strong and heroic body and continue to shape it as such. Little boy dreams never die. Regardless of whether I was fifteen or whether I will ever be forty-five, I challenge my body to live. Now, however, by writing about this, … Continue reading Sebastopol Writing