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A little something written just a few weeks ago, for the changing of the seasons and the guard.

Persephone Comes To

You have wandered through the crack all on your own,
Your mummy's husk still clinging to your heel,
Your rebel heart excited, full of fear.

I'm old and blind and famished through the ages,
The glamourie wears thin in modern air,
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I love this story.  I learned to tell it first as a teenager, when I used to baby sit, though I think I learned a later version, from Germany, in which it was a girl and her four (or alternately, twelve) brothers.  In the German version of the story, she gathers nettles, horribly hurting her hands, to spin  and weave and sew into coats for them. ( Read more... )

This is a re-post from my old blog on another site.  I wrote this in July 2008.

The demon is disguised as a pleasant-looking college student.  Probably commandeered to drive by demon overlords. Sitting in that little jeep's driver's seat, pushing that button and playing that tune with no idea of his immense power.  And it's not like in early April, ( Read more... )

He was born December the twelfth, 1915.  Exactly 35 years before me to the very day.  I'm listening to his amazing voice singing "Nice & Easy" right this very minute.

Uncle Frank -- I feel like we're related --  was part hoodlum, part artist, part ladies' man and totally loyal to his boys. Listening to a Sinatra tune makes me feel like I'm still ( Read more... )

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I've had a frock coat before.  Lovely, versatile, equally at home with leather pants or a fancy brocade Victorian vest.  Or both at once, my favorite.  Alas, in my "expanded basic" size, the old one does not fit me.

Working again these past weeks at the Opera, I'm reminded of all the lovely coats I've made before.  There's a Julio Iglesias and ( Read more... )

This is my new journal, not specifically about art.  It is about many things.  I may include some pictures that were part of my old blog.  I may fry bacon naked.  I just don't know yet.