Since cracking off this web-ville in 2009, I’ve seen (and written about) a lot going down.
I’ve also had the privilege to watch a collection of my fellow wordsmiths get the bindings they’ve been chasing, with their name printed across, scattered around bookshelves all over the place.
That, to me, is very special. Self-publishing gave me the same tingles as I observed strangers plucking up my pages to indulge in my poetry. It meant a lot to me, as a Writer and as a human creature in general. Continue reading
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The weather turns cold and brown. Eyes shift blue.
I’m looking up. No longer at the ground. Continue reading
I’m snapping out of it blog tribe.
As a gypsy, minus my parents being 80 miles away – I don’t really have chunks of family somewhere. If I didn’t have a global cult of love-tribe who check in on me from time to time, it’s possible I might be classified a recluse.
Not that I’m misanthropic. Clearly not, or I wouldn’t fall in love every day, and I certainly wouldn’t live in midtown Manhattan. I love many humans, it’s just that since my divorce – I’m usually alone (minus the babies).
Anyways, last night I saw a favorite person who greeted me with, “How’s your boyfriend?”
Uuuuuuugh. Continue reading
I think my abrupt honesty with regard to my emotional state can be startling to some people.
I know I said that I wasn’t going to talk about him anymore, I’m not. I’m talking about me…
I’m still not good. Saying that I’m worse than I have ever felt isn’t really stretching it. According to my best friend, one time I was worse. Continue reading