Author Archives: German Jones

So I’ve been sleeping in someone else’s bed, and will continue to do so for awhile. In fact, I shower in her bathroom, eat in her kitchen, and relax on her futon. And I call it mine. It is the … Continue reading →

After his visit, German just sat and remembered. From the very first hug (and kiss) to the parting words (“Leave a message when you get back home.”) he could not stop his consideration of the boy whom he loved. This … Continue reading →

I just read an article suggesting that gay men react differently to smells than do straight men. For instance, they like to sniff the sweat of another man. Scientists discovered this after an expensive, NIH-funded study. I could have told … Continue reading →

Painters couldn’t mirror the beauty of this afternoon. Or the morning, actually. The trees are on fire, the breeze is humming along, and the streets are so laidback that you might think that they’re stoned. Each footstep flows like well-metered … Continue reading →

I watched the biopic “Frida” this afternoon. It was not the first time I’d confronted this woman, or her art, but it was the first time I’ve appreciated both. What struck the most was her obsession with self-portraiture, and the … Continue reading →

When packing up your belogings, it is a good idea to leave yourself a pair of underwear in case you have to go to work.

Every so often it is good to change things up. You know, turn and face the strange. Well, Tony and I are leaving behind this latest palace to see what we can find at the end of the yellow brick … Continue reading →

The cyclical nature of my relationship with words. Or is it relationships via words? First their was the vision, and then the retreat to books. Now there is the letters of love. It comes full circle after I am allowed … Continue reading →

V I do not know which to prefer, The beauty of inflections Or the beauty of innuendoes, The blackbird whistling Or just after. VI Icicles filled the long window With barbaric glass. The shadow of the blackbird Crossed it, to … Continue reading →