When Activists Date Each Other….
“Hmmm,” He’s not sure I should extend my carbon footprint by coming over tonight. It’s a long drive, but I canceled last night, when I would have been in his area. He sites writers who... More »
“Hmmm,” He’s not sure I should extend my carbon footprint by coming over tonight. It’s a long drive, but I canceled last night, when I would have been in his area. He sites writers who... More »
My new pet, gurrlfriend/boifriend, speaker of those bottle rocket fears, operator of those hands, and what else can that mouth do? I am so edgy tickled you have landed here for a while. Welcome to... More »
I just learned that this one will appear in the spring '08 issue of Loch Raven Review: Big Talking Rocks I’m moving the muscles to breathe in cold water. They feel like bone in the... More »
A rose by any other name might remind some people of a pickle. Whether it’s a person, a house or the street on which they stand, a name is an opportunity to make a statement.... More »
Bride of the Wind by Oskar Kokoschka (1886-1980) Oil on canvass, Kunstmuseum, Basel, Switzerland. Self-portrait of the Austrian artist expressing his unrequited love for Alma Mahler, widow of composer Gustav Mahler. _________________ Suiza Suiza sits... More »
The Thud of Escapement It came to me in the watch museum. It’s weights, hammers and gears. Action, reaction. Action, reaction. The thud of escapement. The dominoes of a story. I want to stand inside... More »
Forty Different Jaspers Spread them out. Tickle and tingle and touch. Candle and wash them, ready for ritual. The weight of a collection. Pencil lapis and lovers. Forty different jaspers, obsidians, agates-- dyed Brazilians in... More »
I just finished this one today, friends. If you scan wiselittleraccoon's collections you will find images I used here. Let me know what you think! --Wren Big Talking Rocks I’m moving the muscles to breathe... More »