joined on 09/18/07
last updated 09/13/09
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about me
("The music business is a cruel and shallow money trench, a long plastic hallway where thieves and pimps run free, and good men die like dogs. There's also a negative side."--Hunter Thompson.) I'm a single musician living in small-town West Virginia. My life is quiet, and I put time and energy into music, my inner life, and spiritual growth. Clean and sober. I'm involved long-term with the Gay Spirit Visions conferences and have done a good bit of erotic body/breathwork with Body Electric's various programs. Made it to my first Beltane gathering at Short Mountain in 2008--a revelation, to say the least. My dearest companion and guru is my shaman-dog Bayou. I have a close circle of friends here and many beloved friends from the GSV circle. I perform in a jazz trio 4-5 times a week and compose. Sometimes I write poetry. Since my lover's death in 2000, I have been alone for the first time in my life, and though I have found peace in that, lately I feel open to the possibility of change. The trio performs music I have written at www.sinistral3.com/ -- come and listen.
Andromeda
(blog entry)
Andromeda
In the space created
where 'Yes?' is not met with 'Yes'
I unstop the gusher of power
compressed within a sarcophagus of
ancient fear and denial.
In skirts, I twirl
free mad magic
and snapping summon
my limpest wrists,
softe...
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Prom Night
(blog entry)
At this year's GSV conference, there were two beautiful men there together from Vancouver. One of them, Bug, is in a wheelchair. This is for them.
Prom Night
(for Bug and Stitch)
There are as many ways to dance
as there are dancers.
R...
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Violence, Again
(blog entry)
(Rant alert). BBC is reporting two dead, 10 wounded at a shooting in Tel Aviv at a gay teen center. The gunman escaped. Teenagers. I remember the fears and anxieties of my teen years (millenia ago, it's true), and how very difficult it was to acce...
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She Walks
(blog entry)
(Written after a visit to Memorial Ridge at Short Mountain, in memory of my friend John Stowe)
She Walks
The sun
sinks…
Each of us
mattered.
We all meant
something
to someone.
The wind sighs
to the tree...
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Radical Monday
(blog entry)
Forget safety.
Live where you fear to live.
Destroy your reputation.
Be notorious.
I have tried prudent planning long enough.
From now on, I'll be mad.
--Rumi
If I didn't define myself for myself, I would be crunched into other people's...
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Andromeda
In the space created
where 'Yes?' is not met with 'Yes'
I unstop the gusher of power
compressed within a sarcophagus of
ancient fear and denial.
In skirts, I twirl
free mad magic
and snapping summon
my limpest wrists,
softest contours,
archest glances.
It works. I dance
undivided at last,
refuting every lie,
refusing each censor,
and as one complete,
undeniable, essential being
I rage my 'Yes' (oh, danger) 'Yes'
that needs no response.
Lovely.
Thu, October 22, 2009 - 1:59 PM
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At this year's GSV conference, there were two beautiful men there together from Vancouver. One of them, Bug, is in a wheelchair. This is for them.
Prom Night
(for Bug and Stitch)
There are as many ways to dance
as there are dancers.
Raising with arms, lifting with eyes,
smiling the beat into being,
the couple spins and pulses,
open and secret,
intimate, sacred.
Each move is sweet
with infinite possibility
and the slow, rich simmer
that men achieve
whenever their souls ...
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Tue, October 6, 2009 - 10:59 AM
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(Rant alert). BBC is reporting two dead, 10 wounded at a shooting in Tel Aviv at a gay teen center. The gunman escaped. Teenagers. I remember the fears and anxieties of my teen years (millenia ago, it's true), and how very difficult it was to accept my sexuality. To have this monstrous violence added to that life's challenge is an unbearable thought, and I weep as I write. I am remembering Matthew Shepherd and my friends Ricky and Chris. I am thinking of the past, of Harvey Milk, of the Ramro...
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(Written after a visit to Memorial Ridge at Short Mountain, in memory of my friend John Stowe)
She Walks
The sun
sinks…
Each of us
mattered.
We all meant
something
to someone.
The wind sighs
to the trees
as the Goddess appears.
Carved stones
on a wooded ridge
hold the dying light
in warm
embrace.
The silent forest
listens
as She pauses.
We rise and fade,
dancing in and out.
Crying, we come, and go,
and sing through the still
spa...
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Forget safety.
Live where you fear to live.
Destroy your reputation.
Be notorious.
I have tried prudent planning long enough.
From now on, I'll be mad.
--Rumi
If I didn't define myself for myself, I would be crunched into other people's fantasies for me and eaten alive.
--Audre Lorde
Mon, March 9, 2009 - 8:57 AM
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October 6, 2009
I am consistently touched by your poetry, your kindness and your vision. I have three poet friends here on Tribe who, whenever they post a poem, make me feel excited to click and read -- like someone has given me a present. One of them is you. Your work always makes me feel something, moves me, touches my heart. Thank you for sharing your gifts. May the beauty you sow in the world return to you multiplied. Peace and love to you today and always.
March 14, 2008
Reading your poetry
I sigh
as with relief: deep-
tissue massage.
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