I have filed soooooo many forms for my disability claim, and now comes another packet. I have had several representatives out of New York to whom I have spoken, and now finally a contact in Chicago. I need to have some signatures Notarized, watch a mock hearing on dvd, set up a schedule of meetings with a psychologist and get an MRI this week. ( Read more... )

I'm morbid, and a little kinky I suppose. My guilty pleasure is watching Six Feet Under. Not the gay David and his lover Keith, and the random men they blow and sleep with.  But the other relationships, and the interesting way the clients die, and the way the families deal. And Claire, with her art school and photos of blood bubbling up out of the ( Read more... )

Jeez, I'm so sporadic. I'm hardly here at all. I haven't written much lately, lots of watching Tyler, lots of high pain days. A long week of the flu. That took forever to rebound from ( Read more... )

I am absolutely fidgeting out of my skin. This is terrible! I hate feeling this way! I want to talk on the phone to someone - preferably my mom, and there's no one there. I can talk to Karl - blah blah blah. I can talk to the kids - so what. No one around here really CARES, truly UNDERSTANDS how this feels!

I SOLD A POEM AND PHOTO TODAY! Yeah, so ( Read more... )

Life is so consuming sometimes! Ekphrasis was a bust. Haven't written or submitted for ages, it seems. Until the new year rolled around. That always nudges my butt off the bench. Also, a long needle helps, theraputic of course, my dear ( Read more... )

I was so psyched about my submission to the Mississippi Review, the Ekphrasis I wrote about Self Portrait as Booty. I really put alot of heart into and I thought I really pulled it off. But no, I got the rejection e-mail this week. Just another loser piece. I still love it though. I love that it's jarring and messy. And it doesn't dissuade me from ( Read more... )

The best of both worlds today - my family and poetry ( Read more... )

I mailed off two "religious" pieces to some Canadian magazine running a "religious" edition. I had to take it to the actual post office because I had to purchase an IRC. That was a first for me, and a first for the postal employee as well. She had to call in backup, but we managed to get it done and out the door. So now I just wait and see. It's ( Read more... )

It seems for such a long time my creative well was dirt bare, plum dry. All I could think about was getting through the day, or part of a day. And then the next ( Read more... )

 Laundry has got to be one of the results of sin. And dirty dishes. Is also the result of sin. No matter how many times I wash and put away either of them there is always more. Was it Sisyphus who had to keep rolling the ball up the hill forever and ever? That's what it's like - always doing it, yet it's never done. Since I didn't offend Zeus, it ( Read more... )