Surviving a Lousy Childhood

I published a version of this on this blog before, but it’s been 3 years and most of the people who read my blog probably never saw it. So here’s a reprise. My childhood sucked. Now I will grant you that many people believe their childhoods were miserable; however, few of us born in the…

Inspiration, Demarcation, and Respiration fe di Nation

So, I was sitting here, doing what I normally do this time at night, which is to miss the Bess to my Porgy, when WordPress dropped me the badge above. Now, normally, we don’ need no stinkin’ batches around here, but this one is a inconspicuous but important demarcation point for me. Eight years on…

when you left

when you left i kept forgetting to breathe and my heart would skip dancing in the waves until you disappeared from view and now, my love, i can no longer breathe alone

ABC Award

I’ve been presented with the “Awesome Blog Content Award by my friend, artist Erica Kanters, from her Erica: Encaustic Artist blog. Don’t know what encaustic art is? Stop in her blog and find out. First the these rules to the award: Rules to this Award: 1. Display the Award on your Blog. 2. Announce your…

The Crap’s in the Cradle

Your failings whisper to me I look in my warped mirror Seeing only ghosts of you Indifference becomes me, I fear No sorrows or tear-stained pillows Just absence where you belong The years passed, with them my caring Hatred faded like sun-bleached photos I see your face in sepia tint Awaited the days of your…

halcyon

So halcyon, my sweetest love Slips the stolid ocean’s bed Sunlit shimmers from above, Jeweled dreams, not gently wed Empty armed azure skies Here my catechism lay Near betraying sunlight’s lies Of kisses at the end of day Shut my eyes to setting sun Open them to nascent stars Not too shy to corral one…

dragon fall

I used to be a dragon. On the last day of my existence, before the peopled masses crushed me underfoot, I was black-winged, graceful, with a flowing mane that rippled in the tearing winds beyond the rock face. I stood there, grey eyes closed to the dying sun, thirty meters of wingspan open, and fluttering…

Free

It isn’t something smart business people do often. In fact, some of us downright hate the idea. Yet, again, I find myself giving away books to people who may or may not read them. It is marketing, they say, and necessary. The people who encourage me tell me that it takes a while to build…

True Story

Friendly Neighbor asks to read some of my books. No one asks me that, so I bring her a couple. While we’re still standing in the doorway, a spider scrambles by. Friendly Neighbor screams a little, and then throws one of my books at the spider. Bill: “Sheesh, if you didn’t want to read them,…

The Illusion of Confidence

Artistic endeavors are interesting things. In order to be accomplished, in any sort of way, one has to develop the underlying craft. Now, I’m not using that word in the pretentious way I hear it being used, e.g., “I am devoted to my craft,” she said, brushing stray strands of ermine from her face. No,…

International Jones

So, a friend and I  decided I should rename myself International Jones. I’m thinking I’ll wear platform heels and a faux-fur cap a la the 1970s. Sadly, I discovered there is already some clown rapper with my new name. Why the sudden change in surnom? I have been given confirmation that my previously held belief…

Sh*t You Didn’t Ask

I’ve received some blogging awards, and for those I’m very grateful, despite never having time to do anything about them. Mostly, I don’t like the idea of tagging others and feeling like I’m burdening them. I think you know which blogs I like, since I either tell you, or hit “like” frequently, which I never…