Tuesday, September 18, 2007

calling the ones in jail

While one joan baez type gathers the women with her guitar, for peace and power and endurance, readying us for tomorrow's visits to congressional hearings and other such pink demonstrations, another, yet with pink foam crown stands on the bottom stair on the phone with the police, looking for the four that were arrested today:
One for reading the constitution when told to stop.
One for shouting.
Another for the same, and they carried her away limp as she was, in her own pink crown.
The fourth, male, was charged with assault.
and i am going upstairs, readying Holden for sleep.


Sunday, September 9, 2007

Oh, Hi!

You found me.
Testing testing 456.
I'm writing.
I'm a woman.
(Why?
Because I choose to be. And because that's what they tell me. Tell us. It comes down to body parts and hormones I guess.)
Anyway.
I signed up for this hoping that people all over the world, the ones that count anyway, will discover my brilliance.
Glad you're here.

Retrospective on life in New York 2007/2008: