BLOGS BY A LESBIAN
Closed Doors
Living as you do, with so many dead ends
Hands
Our hands, held / One cold, one hot / Make us both warm
Resistance
Not all resistance can be overcome by insistence
Snow Angel
I feel you — or rather your absence — In my holy ghost
Tattoo
A new woman is trying to get out
Wildflowers
I gather you like wildflowers, gradually