Re-write? What do you think?
At my table we’re cussing, breaking bread, drinking wine, laughing, and proposing toasts to all the saints that got lucky and became sinners.
…when I unexpectedly bumped into it just now all I could think is: it’s absolutely beautiful.
I have weaved this home together like a bird weaves together her nest, from leftover scraps, unwanted plant parts, hope, and love.
The dice of God are always loaded.
(Zeus is always lucky at dice)
Truth is a sword, a powerful weapon who takes no prisoners and spares not her speaker. Once unleashed, it rages beyond the control of man.
“My parents were Cherokee Indians. Of course, our people don’t claim to have come over on the Mayflower or anything like that, but we met ’em at the dock when they landed.” —Will Rogers
Don’t raise your voice. Improve your argument.
Hit hard, and good things will happen. That is all.
Reason 2 to do this thing: I have no fucking choice
Reason 1 to do this thing: Tolanda Elizabeth. I really miss that African Queen. She was the absolute best. She told me I couldn’t just talk to everyone in the … Continue reading Reason 1 to do this thing