Poetry Friday at Women's Voices For Change is always fun, but this week is spookily apt.
Great prose poem about dancing with abandon went up today.
The morning after I had a late and lovely night doing just that at a Hold Steady show.


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But what an excellent finish!  Yesterday's frolics were full of sunshine, science, and the unexpected delight of traditional Irish music ( Read more... )

So there's a Patron Saint of Hangovers ( Read more... )

So Jack Frost has been not so much nipping at my nose, as attempting to take great big bites out of it. Part of me is content with this state of affairs, as it's January, and it's supposed to be like this. But part of me says... BRR!!! My face felt frozen when I was outside. And I'm going to have to wear tights under my jeans, to avoid this ( Read more... )