I have developed
to deleting numbers.
And I erased you
I swiped and
and you disappeared.
It should have
a loss inside of me.
Like, what if
you needed me or what if
I needed anyone.
The sound of your body
slapping cold ground
is nothing. Ex/Accept. Departure.
Namaste cult collective
For the past few days I have been scooting around midtown and the likes of Central Park with puppies in tow. Peanut doesn’t pull quite how I had hoped, but a scooter is certainly no bike. At least pushing myself around is cardio. I think. And I heard cardio is healthy.
Once again, I digress. So like I was saying, Scooter.
Last Saturday I took the C train to W4th Street and wandered to the east side where I visited Urban Motion on 12th Street. A friendly sales boy greeted me with a beaming, “So what type of scooter are you looking for?” (more…)
While I was running around Colorado last week, I learned of Sylvia Browne’s passing on 20 November, eleven days ago.
Sylvia Browne lived a life to be celebrated. Cynics and skeptics were never her issue. While crowds of haters picked out every false prediction Sylvia made, she was writing amazing books about her experiences and opinions as a Medium – and starting a church.
Regardless of how anyone feels about the nature of her work, Sylvia Browne moved people, educated students and changed people’s lives for better. No inhabitant of Earth is perfect, it’s literally impossible. So I don’t really understand why the woman was verbally assaulted by so many non-believers. Each to their own, I suppose.
Francine and Sylvia are both on the other side doing very well, so I hear. (more…)
Happy Thanksgiving to all of our U.S. cult affiliates. I hopped on an airplane a few days ago, and now I’m in Colorado!
This year I am giving thanks for lots of things. I am thankful for being in Colorado with my best friend who I’ve known for 30 years. I am immensely thankful that it is not this time last year, because last year around now was extraordinarily sucky.
Naturally, I am most thankful for Peanut and Fronkles. (more…)
Fronkles has mange, I believe it’s sarcoptic mange, and it’s the worst thing ever! (more…)