Why one would choose to share it is another story altogether. … when you find yourself weeping and playing Poe’s…
down in it
There’s a refrain in this NIN song that goes “I was up above it. Now I’m down in it.” and…
she must love me, ’cause she lets me call her jilly
In honor of another year for my beloved Jill of the still-whispered-about JadedJu, I’ve reproduced (with scant tinkering) the blog…
Sawed This
I have stared at an endless stream of screens for thirteen months. I realized early on that nothing soothed me…
the sprunging of Spring
For the first time in a long time, I can see a way forward. Yes, it’s still fraught with peril,…
grown-up’un
My mom doesn’t know how many of my [recently deceased] dad’s credit cards she’s already shredded, but she tries to…
How the light gets in
I forget that this unfettered space is just yawning here, more patient than any soul would bother. When the first…