I burned my life today. Built up a bonfire in an overturned heap of receipts, bills, statements, love notes, medical reports, old charms and blank checks -- 20 years of ephemera, crumpled and set ablaze ( Read more... )

She giggles, but it is no high belling sound of glee. Her low laugh is rich with expectation, a full-throated murmuring sound that delights in revealed mystery. It is a private sound meant for him alone, there in their shadowed bower of clover and hanging branch, and it awakens an answering grin in him who hears it ( Read more... )

The second half of my MCR Spree wasn't as transformative as the first, which seems odd to me considering it involved the first trip I ever took purely for my own reasons. But the highs and lows of the Seattle show left me so serenely confident and competent, that I navigated all the newness of being a footloose traveller with barely a blink of the ( Read more... )

With three My Chem concerts under my belt now (and my ticket secured for my fourth!), I think I'm starting to get a sense of what makes seeing MCR live so compelling for me. It's not just that they're my favorite band -- it's that when I'm at their shows I am lifted out of myself, away from my daily concerns, and am able to touch that raw core of ( Read more... )

I've been having difficulty all month with this entry. I wanted to write something about my Beltane celebration, but to be truthful, it was so ordinary and run-of-the-mill there was little to spark my imagination. Since then, magic has been thin in my life, and I've felt far from the traditional meaning of Beltane's giddy joie de vivre. Tonight, ( Read more... )