Before there were blogs, there were journals. People actually wrote words on paper. I’m not a pundit on camera, so I rely on my friends’ memory to back up my own sometimes, and I was shocked when one didn’t remember me speaking out against the Iraq war. I have a vivid memory of singing war […]

The ghost line flickers in the new dawn.The blue-tipped flame meltsthe wax edge, and the goo of myself oozes into a pool of a dreamthat one, like me can dream of that one cooling the heatof blood boiling in my veins of cooked sorrow,healing seared love burned by arteries of hate. The lines are long. […]