Poets interviewing poets. It’s just the sort of wild rumpus you would expect the editors of Headmistress Press (that brought you Lesbian Trading Cards and the reading series “The Collectibles”) to instigate. I was delighted to be instigated and interviewed by/with Ann Tweedy. This snippet below is stolen from Ann’s website. (The audio recording of … More Ann & G.L. : Inter/viewed and viewing
You fill in the blanks. You know it does. Coronavirus. Wildfires. Climate deniers. Trump. Death. I have managed to avoid writing a word here the whole year… as if nothing was occurring in my life or in the world. Truthfully it is too, too much. Later I will make a list of the things that … More 2020 sucks big ___ ___
If you aren’t familiar with the phrase “The cobbler’s children always go barefoot” then… well then this post isn’t for you. And possibly not even about you. It is however for and about me. It’s about how once a year or so I pop over here to remind myself that yes I am indeed paying … More The Cobbler’s Children
The wheelchair drama with links to video pictures, maps, and screenshots
The black box of names (hidden in the open) graphic is from #sayhername
Unable to attend any protest (because of what happened yesterday), I stayed in and made flyers for them instead. Fliers? Flyers? (I can’t finish this paragraph before I go check grammar girl.) My money is on the y –just ‘cuz it looks right. One moment. Uh huh. Uh huh. Huh? Ha! I was right. Sort … More This is what I did today
What isn’t? This has been long overdue for change needed to Patreon which I have been underusing/abusing, and wanting to teach a class/lead a group in how to collectively use it to support our work, art and activism (as well as some exciting things are happening in universal income equality) but because I’ve been so … More What’s wrong with this landing page?
I have been “researching”† other writer’s web pages. And everything that could be wrong with mine, is. Starting with whine-blogging. Oh yes, if you are like me and blog as if you are making journal entries, you may notice that it’s all gotta change that’s where the dust comes in apparently watch my dust … More Watch my dust (slow, slow dust)
SEYTON The queen, my lord, is dead. MACBETH She should have died hereafter; There would have been a time for such a word. To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day To the last syllable of recorded time, And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty … More Life’s but a walking shadow (from Macbeth
