We sing sliding along arpeggios stringing out the sounds. The rhythm of our heartbeats in time to the music. We chant beginning with O like the chorister and the lesbian the howl of the wolf woman and her companion lovers. We don masks of black gold silver white and splashes of colour we disguise the extrovert. The streets are filled with crowds everyone disguised and in our new personae we explore the wilds of our emotions.

I got my eyes tested at the weekend. Last time I went the.

Often startled, frequently amused, sometimes scared; rarely speechless.

Re-Member the Past, Seize Today, Dream the Future. Images, Photos, Art, Credits. Some Articles and Books About Me or Relevant to My Life and History. Some of My Published Writings. The Farm at Huge Creek. Things Women Share In Common. When Women Are in Charge. I am beginning a new, paper publication to be entitled. The Farm at Huge Creek.

Just a quick foray out of hibernation to say goodbye and explain my reasons for quitting.

Coda So long and thanks for all the fish. And what a sad bunch they are too. Over a year after this blog was laid to rest, it still gets incoming hits from Fetch Me My Axe. What a sad bunch you are. A musical term, denoting the END of a musical passage. So long and thanks for all the fish. Title of the fourth book in.