The talented Kindra M. Austin very charitably nominated me for a Versatile Blogger Award. To be honest, I can’t remember the rules: my mind, like my life, is filled with too much else, and I am a shallow pool. To honor the nomination, here’s a poem related to a topic we recently had an exchange over. (As always, my positions are optimistic, but my poem’s tone is pessimistic. Catharsis?) You should check out her site (unless you’re a poor soul who suffers being triggered by intermittent vulgarity, even when it comes with a big heart): her work can really hook you in.
I’m going to release the song in my heart, and leap as I sing,
dancing over injustices and pain while I cense them with this perfume melody Continue reading
After hours, the store looks strange:
the lighting’s wrong, the energy gone,
This one is from nearly ten years ago, excavated from the archives of a now-defunct site.
I apologize that I’m only now getting to writing part five of the recent series of posts: it has been an unusually trying weekend, with some difficult, taxing, and painful choices that I really didn’t want to be confronted with making, and some that I have yet to make. Here is part of the fruit.