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Post-Proximal Woman
In 2004, I was in the basement, working away on some music mix or other, putting song sets on floppy discs for later burning onto CDs, downloading from sources that will go unnamed here but that were sort of okay then. It was before we had a mad panic to move from that house, which […]
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Boom – And I’m Back
Well, that didn’t take too long. Did a bit of tidying, updated some site images, and voila! I invite you to check out the Quill Has Landed page. As a matter of fact, bookmark it. That’s where you’ll find the published stuff. I’m prayerful in the coming months that there will be more to see. […]
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It was an old flower.
Here’s the thing: When I ditched my ‘starvingactivist.com’ URL in favor of this one, I guess I put the new (or gnu, as it were) flower in the old, nasty water from the old vase. In other words, I slapped a new coat of paint on the rusty fence. Or something. My point is that […]
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Never Send the Virtual Assistant to Answer the Tip Line
Hello? … One. Representative. No, that’s not — okay, I’ll hold. Yes. I was transferred — what? No, no, none of the options — okay, I’ll hold. Hi. What? You can? Okay, I’ll try to explain. I can tell you — what? Well, who do I — okay, I’ll hold. Yes, hello? Is this the […]
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Behold, The Red Giant
Feel the breeze that rustles the leaves of the trees and runs across the plain chasing the herd, leading the people toward life. Behold the Lore that lives to teach the love of land and people. Feel the loss of leaves and trees, no more running and chasing across the plain that is dry and […]
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No Wednesday is Ordinary
You know the song, my beloved says as he mumbles the wrong words to the right tune. I squint one eye, tilt my head to lift my ear in hopes it will sniff out the sound of a tune on a breeze that doesn’t blow. I can’t hear it. It must be from too long […]
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Broken Sprinkler Rain, Or, Why I’m So Angry
My jaw hurts, but not today. That was a week ago, maybe a month. Maybe a lifetime. ‘You are stressing.’ The diagnosis from my beloved when I tell him that my jaw hurts. I don’t want to take any Tylenol because that helps his back. He stresses, too. I take a different anti-inflammatory, the one […]
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Thank you: A Letter to @theebillyporter
I told you I was writing a letter to the incomparable @theebillyporter. I’m even doing it the same day I made the pronouncement. I’m even doing it while listening to his rendition of I Am Changing. It, along with the live version of Why We Sing are in my Spotify ‘liked songs’ that I often […]
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Ragged, But I’m Round Here
Before you say a single word, I know. I didn’t even bother to look to see the last time I posted here, but lissen … No, I mean – lissen! Have you looked outside lately? Stuff’s real. I just waxed poetic over on Academia.edu in response to a very nice fellow academic who’d read a […]
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Infinite Possibilities
So. Writing is a challenge. For those who think oh, it’s nothing to write some of these stories, books, and screenplays … I mean, they’re just making it up, right? let me share something with you. That’s just the very first step to a good story, book, or screenplay. It’s easy to tell when that’s […]
A New Bloom
Where the Starving Activist Lives
A New Bloom 