Cottonwood pilgrims, sojourning to their rest ( Read more... )

When I die, spread my ashes in a garden ( Read more... )

I want to write ( Read more... )

Tada! I haven't written any poetry in a long time, but here is something I wrote last weekend. It could still use editing, but c'est la vie ( Read more... )

Its been a long time since I've written anything here, let alone some poetry. We had to compose a short poem to our own voices for the Linklater class I'm taking, and today's class was... something else. So, here is the poem I wrote ( Read more... )

It has been a very long time since I have been too stressed out to sleep.

Today, oh... today. Really, this month... oh this month. Or maybe, this year... oh this year ( Read more... )

I need to learn Robyn Hitchock's "I Wish I Liked You" for a play. There are no tabs. There are no videos. It is pretty well embellished, electric blues, and I need to play it acoustic. If I can figure this song out, I think I can die happy.

About thirty minutes ago, I was sitting in a coffee shop that was closing early, and just due to the small layout of the place, I noticed a young couple that appeared very happy to be together, the girl had to leave before the place closed, and she did ( Read more... )

Soooo. National Geographic is airing their special, "Secrets of the Virgin Queen" right now, in which my extremities and torso play both Elizabeth I's creepy uncle and her supposed lover later in life. I do not own a TV, and cannot see this ( Read more... )