“The feeling of being doubted…is an ever-present background noise…”
The Discomfort of Disbelief

“The feeling of being doubted…is an ever-present background noise…”
Grumble. Growl. Grunt. .Ā Ā Swear. Sweat. Stomp. . Punch. Pound. Pant. .Ā Breathe. Binge. Boss. .Ā Shout. Scream, Smear. .Ā Fall in a heap, exhausted. Then get up, clean up, and do it all over again. .Ā There is joy in this. This “living” we do. No matter how sweaty, or dirty, or ugly, this […]
…there is no “wait until” time to be beautiful…
What do I say to a black mother whose son was murdered at the hands, or knee, of a white man? .Ā Ā I saw George dying, in front of all the world, murdered. Every fiber of my being cried out for action to save him, knock that cop off of him, hurt those who were […]
Ā Ā Ā Yessssssss….Deep inhale….Yessssss…. .Ā There is often some bright speck, a teeny-weeny glint, in the midst of devastation. Often this tiny glimmer of good goes unseen for years, decades, even centuries. I’m sure there have been major disasters where no bright side was ever found, the loss being only that. A loss. Losses. […]
Is anyone out there as old as I am? I grew up to the Mary Tyler Moore show, on every week as I recall. When I was 10 or so, she was beautiful to me, not just as a pretty woman (which she was and is, if she is still alive, is she?…)but as a […]
Cant wake up. I feel like I am sick inside, hot and cold, sticky and uncomfortable one minute , all dry and freezing the next. I feel like I’m going thru withdrawals, and twitchy, jerky-but from what?!? I feel that it is the Benign Paroxysmal Positional Vertigo that I have endured since a series of […]
It has been AGES since I have been here, it seems that when I am on fire with my visual art , my written art suffers. Time is a factor, when I have 5 projects going at once, the voices in my head are rather subdued, because all the poetry is oozing out of my […]
The wind blows, my mind slips back into some disturbing dream. Was it me then, or is it me now? I can’t believe where I have been. I yearn for escape, memories come reminding me what I have done. I chose a new way, on a hopeful day, changed my methods and my means… […]
I am happy to say, I was able to get back into my blogs here at WordPress, after a lengthy absence. I was unable to remember my sign in information for the longest time, but finally I was able to get back here!!! My sister blog, Out of the Gutter Art, has been languishing also, […]