Red Cedar
More apocalypse, less angst
Category: Me
If my body was a house….
If my body was a house, I would be shuttering the windows right now, closing the doors around my heart and crawling under the quilts in the bedroom at the centre. This image is so present, as I detach myself day by day and… Continue Reading “If my body was a house….”
Direction.
Itching to get out of here – Ottawa, Oregon, anywhere – all just over the horizon and this stasis has got me down at the moment. Just 10 more days and a planeride and I’ll be east, three more weeks and a trainride and… Continue Reading “Direction.”
Do I have to be zen about this?
I am trying to be zen about the fact that the lover who ended things with me in December so he could try having a “real relationship” (his words) is now married to a woman from rural Japan who he has spent only 2… Continue Reading “Do I have to be zen about this?”
An intake of breath.
I haven’t been writing much of anything lately except the occassional erotic missive to a long-distance possibility, such has been the lack of interest in settling myself down in front of the computer in between meetings. I come to work, stare at the screen,… Continue Reading “An intake of breath.”
8 days?
It can’t really be so long since I have written here. It’s been a busy time and I’ve got lots to say when I find the time for posting. Stay tuned, friends! I am still very much alive and will find the space for… Continue Reading “8 days?”
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