Year: 2004

this month bruce and i celebrate our 25th … i always say that’s the equivalent of about 147 straight years, but truthfully, any relationship has its difficulties … we’ve had very few — or at least memory is kind enough for me to feel that … the following was written for our 22nd …

(the saint known as paul)

seeing as how the culture wars are fulminating, i figure i might as well jump into the fray (not that i haven’t been there all along) … this particular period of battles seems defined on one side by the passion of the christ and on the other by the explosion of gay marriages … so for some reason i thought of this poem … one source of inspiration was a trip to greece, but the other is lost in the increasingly shady areas of my memory: a well-argued theory that st. paul was gay … wish i could recall the actual source, but, at any rate, this is what it inspired …