Disaster
Although I can't recall That particular disaster I can feel the glow, still warm to the touch On the other side of the wall Cool here in the leafy shade Like a drink of spring... More »
Although I can't recall That particular disaster I can feel the glow, still warm to the touch On the other side of the wall Cool here in the leafy shade Like a drink of spring... More »
What can I do about the past? It follows me around, and bothers me. Tugs on my shoulder, tap tap tap tap tap, like some hyper 5 year old that won't take the pills they're... More »
Lower down, there are stars That ripple more than shine Underpinning Pine Black, red hot, and fine. Answers there are none. Questions, never asked- Letting through the current Taken to the tasked- Tied down space... More »
Last night I blogged on the skirt wearing thing............. and this very morning on the first page of the NY Times is this link to an opinion piece about a boy who wears skirts. Thought... More »
Asheville is one of those places, equal parts soul and hype, that manages to eek out a kind of alternative force field- a sort of safe zone for the more experimental of us to play... More »
Out on the streets of the not-so-big city the other day, here in Asheville. Watching the tattoos go by. This town has turned into a cross between haight-ashbury circa 1967, the cast of Rent, and... More »