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Those old giant forests, masters of wind and makers of weather, base populations for ecosystems beyond our ken, are gone now. Their final stands are reserved for the wealthy few, but adaptable humans have persuaded ourselves of the beauty found in rotted remnants.

Jack – Motorcyclist


I'm not proud of any of this. As I write this, it's National Coming Out Day. That's not my day, any more than Black Lives Matter is my life. I don't have any desire to dorksplain the meaning of situations, life circumstances, or events to which I am not party. More important to listen, I suspect, so maybe I'll post this tomorrow. My closet boasts not a single cheerful rainbow. There are universal human reasons for closets, though. They're where we hide like children. They're where we store the costumery we're not wearing right now: old fur, … [Read More...]

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Darkly Dawns the Solstice

I wrote this a couple of years ago, from entirely as dark a place as is implied by its title. Today, though I find myself broken and struggling in my body, and struggling yet more with the suffering of family and friends who deserve so much better, I often find myself repeating to my friends my own startled epiphany that I'm happier than I've ever been. And also everything in here is as true as it ever was, as true as I could tell it, and will never again be untrue. ================================================== She’s a brave … [Read More...]

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