Monday, January 28, 2008. The Byline Moves to Wordpress. Saturday, January 26, 2008.

Life and death belong together. My fingers told me what to do. About where you might want. When I found the words,. That I felt would best. Well, that was a moment. Life and death belong together. We should always face each other as we. In the finding and the relentless knowing. I would hardly know it.

DEDICATIONS, PLEDGES, COMMITMENTS. For mistakes that worked so well. For the next real thing. Then for carrying it all through whatever is necessary. For following the little god who speaks only to me. Friday, March 16, 2012. Finally, Robyn Simper, general organ.

In your cold cruel hands. I plucked it from my chest. I seek a warm and vital heart. Hostage to a hopeless din.

And Then What Happened? Sunday, December 24, 2006. Fragments of wisdom or decay. Is it egotistical to answer your own sentence prompts? A finger curled around the door. His way of announcing tonight he would be mine. Applewhite carnations erect in his fist, I gasped and by the time a knee nudged my chair I was drooling at his feet. I woke to ruffled sheets, held by my own warmth. His wooing gift abandoned; my God the leaves had never looked so limp. Wise words you needed last night, hips.

The Best of New Writing on the Web. First up is an inspirational poem from Tasting Rhubarb where you can find beautiful photography and elegant creative writing. The cool stillness of the poem was just what I wanted on a gloomy, foggy February day and I hope its serenity touches you, too. Fig Crumbs was probably my new discovery of the week.

100, give or take. All right, i moved again. June 29 2008 in things that make me go hmmmm. I announced it, then felt shy, but now am doing it again. Be present, be here liz. Colors on my mind thea.

Monday, July 06, 2015. The San Diego Comic-Con story so far.

Experience shapes us, randomness shapes us, the stars and weather, our own accommodations and rebellions. Broken Glass Makes Me Laugh. Dykes to Watch Out For. Love is Stronger Than Pride. Not Quite the Spectator Essays.