Be proud of me. This is my 1st event flyer of 2016, and it's August. This represents a huge sigh of relief. A difficult start I had this year, but I'm proud I was able to recover within the 12 months. It's the Ishtar in me, I suppose. Can't keep a woman down too long! … Continue reading My Upcoming Gig
Category: PTSD
River Medicine
The first time we went out on the water, BF spent more time looking back and stopping for me than he did enjoying the adventure. For the inconvenience, on this time around, I assured him he could enjoy the trip without worrying about me, now that I knew the course of the river from launch … Continue reading River Medicine
On Self-Deprecation
I am in a mood. I'm gonna compose some letters. Not going to mail them, just let the words flow cathartic. I'll print them on lovely stationary, then burn them, after I cross and cover names. Yep. I'm in that kind of mood. I'll start my drafts here for your amusement. To accompany, a … Continue reading On Self-Deprecation
Random Sketches
I'm working on two poetry exhibits for the coming Fall season. One to do with the Divine Feminine and the other on mental transformation and healing. Yup, big topics to chew on, but like my large five-rose tattoo, when I do things, I do 'em big. Pulling some sketches out for inspiration, and others to … Continue reading Random Sketches
The Heat Is On
My hornets are thirsty. I can tell this morning as the long legged, wide winged, red boy who lives in the nest in the upper join of our front door hovers in front of the A/C unit, waiting for the fan to spit up the condensation building up from our constant usage. Yep, it's that … Continue reading The Heat Is On
The Notebook
I thought the pile of administrative trash was a touch too heavy... An interesting habit of mine when I'm in the hospital is to collect magazine pages. It seems I had ripped apart an Italian Vogue magazine in this bundle before me, the bundle I've been avoiding since I came home March 16th. It is … Continue reading The Notebook
See Me Wednesday
NOTE: EVENT WAS CANCELED DUE TO TROPICAL STORM COLIN DAMAGE. THANKS ALWAYS FOR YOUR SUPPORT! 1st gig since the back-to-back hospital stays. Admittedly a bit nervous, but the Bull in me says, 'uh uh sister, time to get back on that saddle!' So join me and my friends in merry Gulfport!
Fred is Dead
(I wrote this in reflection of my former neighbor's shocking and untimely death. At first I wasn't going to post, but I have to honor the guy who, as complicated our relationship was, inspired my artistry on several occasions. I pour one out for you, buddy.) "I bet you got that tattoo long time ago, … Continue reading Fred is Dead
Two Plates Two Bowls Two Glasses
Today the lake water has taken on a pumice hue. Ripples close in like busy worker ants towards the inlet, dumping froth along the coastline. Bitter, the air, the overnight drop in temperature simultaneously welcome and abhored. This morning instead of sipping a cup of coffee I puff on my glass bowl. There's much work … Continue reading Two Plates Two Bowls Two Glasses
FOMO on NaNo
The distinct smell of National Novel Writing Month is in the air, wafting curls of pumpkin spice-flavored coffee, donuts, and fear dancing in the four winds. All of November, local coffee shops morph into coliseums, where literary warriors compete against the clock and indirectly with each other. It is a feat of near mythical challenge: … Continue reading FOMO on NaNo
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