A crowded inbound bus on a Saturday Morning. In the Handicap Seats near the front sits a woman in her twenties or thirties, black, curvy, but not greatly obese. When I get on I notice she's eating a yogurt ( Read more... )

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Had to pick up something at the store, a grocery from my hometown. I decide to summon her (composite woman) because she makes me feel like I am timeless. I do so by drawing her clothes, article by article, until the ink washes down into the living picture of me. We shop. Free samples abound, and I indulge in "Bolognette," a chunked meat that ( Read more... )

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This is now my consolidated journal. Every journal I've written online, from several journal-type sites and some from print sources, is now in here. Some of these I wrote when I was 17 - feel free to read for laffs at ego and wangst. Thanks for enduring the friendspage flood - now read my life!

Woke up with that big cello on my shoulder all ready to sway, wander & wail behind Ayler tones. I read the first note, the C, then the scond note, the D, & I was off. Feeling the Rhodes today, tines trapped in a little box & signal-processed to the stars. I feel bells - large ones, shaped like a bell, & the anticipations on stage of the ones ( Read more... )