FOLK: poverty draft
Oh Al, I’m proud to know ya, and call you a friend- one of my favourite local performers, poets, and people. Knock ’em dead, kid… he’s playing a free show as The Empty Bottle (not The Hideout! Doh…) next Sunday from 2-4…
Oh Al, I’m proud to know ya, and call you a friend- one of my favourite local performers, poets, and people. Knock ’em dead, kid… he’s playing a free show as The Empty Bottle (not The Hideout! Doh…) next Sunday from 2-4…
Prelude. “He comes to you and you are a white door full of bright light to be stepped through, open to him always, and illuminated. With him, you glow, shimmer and shine before your eyes through the dark and the breathing.” 11/25/08…
Today, when all the world is deep frozen and drifting, but bright, I sit, the fire at my back, and try to heal. Outside is arctic, a polar vortex of frostbiting winds colder than Siberia, than the south pole, colder even than…
So, sometimes I’m rosy and reductive and carefully edit the mood of my posts to try to keep the blog positive and upbeat. No sense dwelling on the ugly bits, right? But those not-so-pretty-parts are real, and just as big a part…
Last night my friends lifted me up, held me, sang and helped me dance my way back from a lost and half-broken thing into a whole being. I arrived feeling scattered and morose, but relieved to be here in this dim low-ceilinged…
I was trying to get a picture of these roses still blooming in our late November garden, but Zeus had other ideas… they’re pretty and apparently also delicious. He came over for a sniff, thenvery delicately snatched it from my hand and…