The lights are strobing madly as we re-enter the club. There are no doormen to check our hand stamps, no one taking money. Security guards, bartenders … all of them … Continue reading→
There’s this Wiccan I talk to on Facebook who tells me she’s glad she’s not tied to a city, because she likes being “close to the Earth.” I tease her … Continue reading→
Once upon a time, there was a half-undead witch who went on a loony tunes spree killing other witches. And once upon a time, there was a young and — … Continue reading→
I do not know what to think about the things I see BEAUTY lies in rubble rocks pelting reporters on live and let live with blood on our hands all of us play a part the … Continue reading→
I dance, and I am somewhere far away. The African Serengeti, maybe, back at the beginning of it all, the first place a woman reached into the night to touch … Continue reading→
