My words bump and jostle -
boats in an unruly harbor.
Creaky at some times, leaky at others
often listing dangerously.
Language is a port for ‘ideas expressed’
holding exploration in each and every craft
that set sail daily for far horizons.
The boats of thought are carried on breath,
tilting at fairwinds and gales alike,
defying the storms, and the odds,
finding wharf in clusters and groups,
strung together into ideas, jokes,…
I've already made it clear that I'm grateful for the most important things in my life -- my family and friends. Given that this is a blog about popular culture, it's time for me to mention some of those seemingly frivolous things that have entertained me…Continue
In an expression of their extreme disappointment at the outcome of the 2012 election, the Koch brothers vowed to do every thing possible to avoid a repeat of another Obama-style presidency. Jim Dandy, a Koch spokesman, said that plans are being laid for the creation of a research center that will undertake to clone angry old white men. The Kochs plan to seed the center with an initial $100 million grant. He added that even if it cost several hundred million more that it would…Continue
What part of,…Continue
I just came over from Open Salon, and am feeling my way around. Just a trial balloon to see how this works. Open Salon was a bit like screaming in space.
You may not, probably won't, most of you . . recognize the names of the bloggers gossiped about in this, my first OS meta robot movie done on xtranorml.
However, you might have seen me and lorianne saying "Shut up"- "No, you shut down" in the opium chat. This is where that bit came from. Pretty fun to make these things but it takes hours so I gave it up.
Anyway, hope some new eyes might enjoy..
(Soul Retrieval 5)
Next day as we got up and dressed we didn't discuss the previous evening, as directed, and went mostly silently to breakfast (more tofu and beans). Afterwards we were told that the morning would be devoted to work to help the Nemeton as a whole and our weekend in particular. Willow led a tour of work sites, but most of the group stayed at the dining hall to clean up or prepare vegetables. First stop after that was the garden, where a few more people…Continue
"There's going to be a good show on 'Katie' this afternoon at four." My mom called specifically to tell me about this special on eating disorders. She has done this many times before and it is annoying. She and I have been entwined with food issues since I was a young girl. I can also see it going back to when she was a kid.
She grew up as a country girl in Indiana and one of…Continue
My swollen brown breasts suckled the children in those days
When you flowed in me, and I in you
The grey Babblers splittered sparks in the Downs
You plunged into shady sweet pools
I rose to greet you in the garden
When we rolled and ebbed
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There I was, plying my wares on another site when suddenly I noticed my friends were leaving. Huh? Was it something I said? Hardly. It was a site that was difficult to post on, difficult to comment on and who needs that? It was JMac, I confess. He announced his departure and I thought, hmmmm, maybe he's onto something.
Anyway, here I am. Happy to be here.
And I promise to write more intriguing posts than this.
I am thankful that I ache when I get out of bed
because I then know that I am not yet dead.
Bum knees, bad back, arthritis in my hands,
so the pain that others feel I completely understand.
I am glad that I need to lose some of my weight
Because millions starve, but at least I ate.
And thanks for the ability to give something back
so I know that others will be able to snack.
I am pleased that I still carry so much debt
because it means that I…
It's the same kind of dilemma I'll face when I go drinking tomorrow night; the first night my best friend and I will have spent on the town together in years. Seriously.
Last time he and I (Fag + Hag) did any kind of serious town painting, we were both far younger and far more fabulous. I was thinner, younger, unafraid and could wear anything. Indeed, I did wear anything (as his father's picture of me in a black bin-liner-mini-skirt French maid's costume will…
The ford near Cieneguita, 16 October 2012.
A ford is not just a ford. A ford is a metaphor for those difficult yet critical phases of life that we all encounter.
Let me suggest this. It would be a good idea to record in a notebook…Continue
I have been writing a book for what seems like half of my adult life. The hardest part has been revising just as other writers warned me. I doubted it at first, especially when struggling to master dialogue and tense symmetry. I have sent my book out twice and instead of a ticker tape parade, I received big fat no thank yous that varied from the apologetic to the terse. A bit crestfallen, I put my book Mermaid away periodically to live life and gather strength to work on…Continue
I understand I’m not the first child to have buried both of their parents; it’s just that this is the first Holiday in which this is the reality for me. My father passed in July of 2010, and I buried my mother 5 days ago. The realization of what this means has finally come home to roost in my head and in my heart.
I’m basically an orphan; for that is what a child is who has no parents. For whatever reason, no matter your age; when your parents are no longer with you – you are an…Continue
Squadrons of leaves
We had an easy drive down to the Tallahassee area to visit family. I feel pretty good today. My column--a critique of the media, to be published in the Asheville paper tomorrow.
I lost something akin to a cashier's check, but believe it can be cancelled and replaced by the code numbers. Still, of course, it's a worry. I think I lost it in the garbage!
My family is noted for snafus like that at Thanksgiving, like the time we burned two turkeys and the time my late mom fell into…Continue
Geddes had climbed out of bed, stretched and started toward his bathroom door when he became dizzy and lost his balance. Newgate saw him reach out a hand, as if groping for something to keep him from falling, and was able to grab him by both arms and ease him back to the bed. Geddes sat on the bed's edge,…Continue