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The New Aesthetics

The blog is back up, and with it a new approach.  I am going to try and focus on just my writing practice, literary events, and occasional excerpts or poetry instead of useless trivia about my insomnia or personal life.  There will be nothing more about Whitney Houston.  Or Donna Summer.  Or even Adam Yauch. … Read more

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NaNoEdMo Begins

Despite good intentions, National Novel Editing Month (NaNoEdMo) is off to a rocky start.  Their website has been hacked for the last week – while it worked yesterday I now worry my data has been stolen, as today its compromised again. Personally I find tools such as this and NaNoWriMo  extremely useful for my writing … Read more

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The Lesbian Housewife

As an unemployed lesbian housewife, I spend a lot of time cleaning.  One might think that with the subversion of the gender binary there would be equal chores, and on deep cleaning days there are, but for the everyday:  she is the butch and she works, I am the femme and my work is more … Read more

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Echo Decompress

The Sad Hour at the Echo  was a great deal of fun.  My friends came out, the bands were great, and my wife met us when she got off work. Here are some photos: Many thanks to Liz Garo for organizing the event. Valentines day ended with all of us in Two Boots, where I … Read more

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Good Luck and insomnia

Another night, the insomnia bringing me from bed again and again, twitching past benzodiazepine soothing to watch RuPaul’s Drag Race and for a few hours find my happy place.  This early in the season, there are only so much glitter joy streaming, I want to husband the next episode until another time of need, or … Read more

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Disarray

Another night, and I’m listening to the soft wind outside my window.    The curtains are pink and shimmer.  Without my contacts everything takes on a certain blur. There is a coziness here, but a feeling of calm before chaos, respite from the emotional turmoil of the last few days. Stephen’s father died a few nights … Read more

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literal or to say the actual; problematic

I always make more coffee than I can drink. There’s a pattern here, a pattern of restless sleep, a pattern of late rising and frenetic onset of tasks.  I sort through the fog on awakening discard some things take on others. What is it today? Last night I had some wine and spent a little … Read more

NaNoWriMo’s bastard

NaNoWriMo is over now and I am still revising the novel that hurtled forth using all sorts of grotesque bodily fluid imagery.  The thing was, much of it I had previously written, but upon slippage, upon melding, the parts ran apart and remixed themselves and I am still sorting out what should go where.  Due … Read more

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