The wheelchair drama with links to video pictures, maps, and screenshots Advertisements
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)
As irregularly as I update my blog here, you might not have realized I was gone… but the past few months my domain disappeared in a miasma of my-faults and not-my-faults. It sometimes happens that I can’t afford to renew my domain and don’t feel up to crowdfunding, begging or even admitting there’s a problem. … More OMG I missed you!
50 x 50 is the brainchild and project(s) of activist and poet G.L. Morrison. With my 50th birthday approaching (and my unpredictable/inconvenient health), I wondered what my legacy would be. So many ideas to support and improve the world, myself, other artists, writers and activists. Continually people have told me “You think too big. Scale … More 50 by 50: life=art=revolution
Originally posted on The Sundress Blog:
Do Houses Dream Do houses dream? Do the cupboards dream of chasing broken dishes and lost teacups and twitch like sleeping dogs? Do they dream the cereal boxes full again? Is that sometimes sound, the slow night-creaking of walls, the house muttering in its sleep? Does the house dream…