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Gimp Reads
I have moved twice in the past seven years, and had to deaccession a combined 20 boxes of books at those times. This has left me with seven full bookcases (one for my daughter), and a few boxes left over. Unfortunately, when I became ill/disabled with chronic fatigue immunodeficiency syndrome and fibromyalgia four years ago, one of the cognitive ( Read more... ) -
Eternal Sunshine, Spots and All
Rewatched "Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind" last night/this morning with my beloved. Despite owning it, it had been years since I last met myself through its eyes. I am so thankful to neither feel Clementine nor Joel in my own skin, and to taste more of the sweetness of love before its demise than the bitterness of its inevitable end in its ( Read more... ) -
Act to Protect Women & Girls Worldwide
Currently, congress is considering the International Affairs budget, which includes funds that invest in the protection and development of women and girls worldwide. Please visit the International Rescue Committee's website to contact your representatives and tell them to preserve this critical funding ( Read more... ) -
Autogeography: a set of three poems
I. Pillar
A woman once cursed me that I am a pillar
so she could ignore the half of my girth made of caulk-stuffed cracks,
turning away as their spidery fingers stretched further with each quake.
The heat and pressure of time have polished my surface, marbled and glossy.
Sometimes I wonder what it would be like as a sedimentary rock.
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RPM Challenge - fixed Blog Link, Also New Songs Posted 2/28/10
2/28/10
Eight songs are up on the site now. (Two more are rough on the CD going to RPM.) I've fixed the blog link too. (Thanks Amy!)
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Hey LJ folks. I am participating in the musical equivalent of NaNoWriMo, the RPM challenge along with some musician Twitter friends. The whole CD will be done in the next 48 hours, but you can get a taste for ( Read more... ) -
Dialectic
I. Thesis ( Read more... ) -
Invisible
If I am sitting when you meet me, you may not see it. Walking into my second story apartment you will be simultaneously overwhelmed by the brightly colored paintings, books, music & movies, all drowned out by my loud and infectious laugh. I exude vitality and as you make your way through there are framed photographs from the mountains I have ( Read more... ) -
Her name was Hamsa
There once was a disabled mother/with one child conceived another/and one year ago/had to let her go/but thanks God each day for the other -
A Call to Mourning
I burn messages into the screen, hoping pixel dust and ash will carry them to you before I sweep it clean. I cannot smudge a heartbreak nor mend a life once marred. I do not ask for you to heal me, only to be seen by someone who once held my heart and was there when it scarred ( Read more... )
