mourning whail of isis

I mourn my disrupted loverripped from my lips by treachery wicked fate divides us apart in life we must wind ourselvesdown paths unknown to the world and create our own laws I assemble my lover’s fleshand weep upon his passing spirit I lay down upon his broken partshis phallus cupped and shaped by my hand […]

from manure, sweet things grow

It has always been curious to me both the incredible speed and inaccuracy of the gossip line at work. Last week, when speaking to the acting production manager, I choose specific words to indicate that although I enjoyed the tasks of my current job, I didn’t see much growth beyond it for me. Somehow, from […]

following up – a deeper thought

The worst of it has passed; the fever has broken. I am mending, although every four hours, the OTC decongestant expires and a kick-boxing ninja’s foot hits me square in the ribs… There is something of which I have been aware for most of the passing week that I am only just now comprehending… I have to […]

Protected: no, really – WTF?

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Protected: gryphon is not really here…

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Protected: fyff

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Protected: might as well stop holding my breath

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mostly just to say…

A couple of weeks ago, I received my invitation to summer camp. Of course, I *squee*ed… It should surprise no one when I admit that I have already begun blocking out my packing ritual. Somehow, tonight I ended up matching up neckties and pocket squares, more just because I can; it is only for summer camp […]

the weekend – recounted between twenty minute dashes

I have had a full weekend, with a lot of the best and a handful of the worst. Tommy and Morgan stayed in the studio over the weekend for John’s service and wake. It is never a good cause for a get-together, but I was happy to see them again. John’s pseudo-niece and her husband were here, too, […]

the heat and the eats

So, the heat has arrived. To point out: I do not live with AC and my kitchen is a ‘kitchen area’ with a microwave, toaster over, frig, freezer and sink… Today brought a big ugly round of something I haven’t manifested in a few years… I ate a little too little after taking my meds […]