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A New Poem: Coming To

A New Poem: Coming To

On my back in the dark. given up to night, I lie, a fool aground. A suckling. yearning, turning in want and will, smothering in the urges of the underneath. Up there the spangled stars. The moon: one-quarter lit and on the wane. Hiding its hollows in its divide. And...
Why I Love Pride

Why I Love Pride

I marched with London Pride yesterday. It seemed necessary, after Orlando and Brexit. I love how the LGBT+ community stands up for the basic human rights it has had to insist on, still has to insist on. That they don't do it with a war, a fight, or even an argument...
Website Upgrade Continues

Website Upgrade Continues

The work is continuing in the background, building the Creativist Club for all those who are interested in learning more about how to apply the creative process to everything in life: money, friends, work, home. With the aid of the wonderful Pixbee Design, the Club...
Love Hurts? No Way

Love Hurts? No Way

Love hurts, they say. I say, no way. The only thing that never hurts is love. Lust festers, envy bites. Loss skewers, rejection spikes. Passion burns, craving seethes. Romance dazzles, lonesome bleeds. Well yes, indeed. But none of the above is love. Love helps, love...