a drop
What is the purpose of posting in social media? Is it the howling of a wolf hoping others will take up the cry? Is it an ask for someone to …
What Queens teach us
Bingeing, because that’s how I do. While there is no small amount of manufactured and edited for tv drama, ultimately shows of Rupaul …
The briefest of exchange
Every day. I forgot how hard it was to keep at it. It isn’t a fear of the blank page, nor a pressure that gold come from my thoughts. …
Be Thankful
Mid November and it was 70 degrees and sunny. I bought my mid-life crisis convertible beetle and have no regrets. Diggin’ the scene wi…
Embody
It’s a shell; this container of mostly water propelled by questionable mind. I feel the exact opposite of grounded. You know? Where yo…
The Doing is the Thing
This object (me) at rest is so very invested in remaining so. I’m not sure if I’m depressed. It’s not a matter of shame. P…
Lone voice
…in the wilderness. So, 2020 is a thing. Those of us who are living it right now get all the weight this year is slamming down. For fu…
Fantastic
Playing two different DnD campaigns. Role playing, story telling, ensemble world and story building. All good stuff.
A Little Light
Sketch 7 of 100 days
On the Need for Something Real
The day is full of stuff. I think that is the correct noun. Stuff it in, flotsam, detritus, junk, anything and everything. So much needful a…
One Continuous Line
Took effort this time to say, I must do this before the day is done. So, day six of writing and sketching each day. Here. A doodle. A sketch…
joyous
It was a good day. Last full course day of the semester for me, and I can see Summer just a bit away. Teaching 4 courses, all of them on Thu…
Siofra
Mom’s dreamscape
Inbalance
Write first. Title later. It’s like emotional equilibrium is some spinning top, subject to the least bit of external flotsam. The day …