Namaste blog tribe In the four and a half years that I have been chairing our interweb corner of cultville wordness - I never knew a happiness like what I've been hiding in for the past months. I'm never going to make the mistake of mentioning my partner too much, besides in the inky books I've been filling with love poetry. Some things are secret. Plus considering how I lost siblings over the last time I mentioned anyone I was involved with, I...
Dear blog family Today's post is dedicated to all of the feeders. I feel particularly close to our tribal members that click the feed button and dip in each time I pop around these days. Lovers who read regularly are truly part of my life. You're there when I write something new, you're there when I fall in love or move or get divorced (again). And while I no longer need to check in every day to talk about getting to New York City since I...
Ever since one of my best friends, Nathan, killed himself 18 months ago - I simply have not been the same. Nathan and I were on this entirely different level, you see? I wrote my first poem inspired by him, How Far Gold Extends, in 2010. When I tell people how he did it, how Nathan stabbed himself twenty times, they cringe and say they don't want me to talk about it. And I understand how no one would want to hear such a macrebe story. But, I...
Dear blog family Forgive my recent absence stint. I promise productive things have been occurring like words and wonders and entertainment and experiences. Love, lust, longing and lostness. All things that equivocate to decent writing most of the time. I've tried to update web-land like four times this week. I keep getting distracted. A good friend of mine says my brain doesn't stop and that I don't rest, I guess I'm starting to believe him....
Regular readers from way back when have likely read a rant or five about the Retreat I will open one day. I have this whole healing, creative, musical, organic farm land in mind. I think after my first marriage fell apart, I put it on the back burner. Because worse than losing a husband who was shitty to me anyways, I lost a business parter. A potential investor. I have had all kinds of crazy ideas to fund the Retreat from poetry books to...