Disaster
Although I can't recall That particular disaster I can feel the glow, still warm to the touch On the other side of the wall Cool here in the leafy shade Like a drink of spring... More »
Although I can't recall That particular disaster I can feel the glow, still warm to the touch On the other side of the wall Cool here in the leafy shade Like a drink of spring... More »
Why is Gender such hard/soft sell? Nobody shoves it down our throats, exactly- just comes naturally I suppose. A long, hard evolutionary soft spot in the cranium. Or is it? As my year of bigenderism... More »
What can I do about the past? It follows me around, and bothers me. Tugs on my shoulder, tap tap tap tap tap, like some hyper 5 year old that won't take the pills they're... More »
Lower down, there are stars That ripple more than shine Underpinning Pine Black, red hot, and fine. Answers there are none. Questions, never asked- Letting through the current Taken to the tasked- Tied down space... More »
Last night I blogged on the skirt wearing thing............. and this very morning on the first page of the NY Times is this link to an opinion piece about a boy who wears skirts. Thought... More »
Asheville is one of those places, equal parts soul and hype, that manages to eek out a kind of alternative force field- a sort of safe zone for the more experimental of us to play... More »
Well, it's Labor Day weekend and I still don't have a job, so I won't be celebrating this year I suppose.............and I don't really know why we should rest on Labor Day anyway . What... More »
Well, I'm back- but the year long blog Eyes in the Pine is over. This time, I'm just going to journal, really, and not promote the site in any way- not that I did much... More »