things about me, literally feathers bullet casings bones books charms rocks gems herbs oils dolls figurines keys locks twine coins am i witchy then am i queer then am i unseely then am i clemfellow then or what or what what place do i have which one of your boxes am i put into and …
Category Archives: writing
What, inflictrix isn’t a word?
I met a famous writer once in New York. It was at a book reading. When the event was coming to a close, I was cajoled into the ‘meet and greet’ line. I didn’t want to queue up. That wasn’t how I wanted to meet this writer. Standing in line, I was not a person. …
It’s not HIV!
Into June, into insomnia. Along with a host of other symptoms that indicate a bacterial infection, I am doing juuust “splendidly.” I have been a year and a half of my life under trash clouds threatening refuse deluges knowing- more or less- that it’s because of bacterial infection. As I told one of my brothers …