Dancing on Colette's Grave

One of the activities I let go during the pandemic was writing here on my blog. In part, this was due to being in grad school, in part this ...

What inspired this was a re-connection with my love, in the flesh, and a ambient song title from today on Amazon Music. . . Occa...

 I am going to leave you with this tonight, prior to retiring for the evening. Ghosts of New York’s Glamorous Past Haunt an Empty Pub An art...

5 Years! FIVE fucking years since I last wrote, well anything. From what I HAD been writing at that time, it seems I was struggling. Perhaps...

Too full, too full to ink to capture anything I really want to capture. My writing is broken, except for scholarly papers that I am tired of...

Once upon a time, dearest Colette was blessed with not one, but two passive-aggressive sisters. They both felt as if they had to control e...

(From so long ago...I can't even...) Dangerous territory.... *HE* asks me to go to things with him, sometimes I help out. Sometimes...

(You know, I used to be a writer...once upon a time...) It's coming - I can feel it. The rush of feelings - it's like a daemon on ...

(We do this shite on FB, why the fuck not - maybe re-publishing some of my old thoughts will help me find the keys or where I left this vehi...

She's late for the big meeting, because she's running in heels to small to navigate her own ambition...

I just cannot do this anymore. There is barely anything left of me that I can look at and say 'look it's me'. It has all been su...

gone... I need to go, I need to get far away... I just don't have the strength anymore to pull this all off and pull it all together...