joined on 02/27/04
last updated 03/10/08
October 6, 2004
I'm afraid to write a testimonial about an english professor for fear she'll hate alliteration! To wit: Bonnie Blaze is smart, sweet, and sexy. Oh, and I forgot to mention "styley" too! Every new day brought a fabulous new costume at Black Rock City, each one more lovelier than the last. Bonnie is a true gem and I'm glad to call her a friend. KABOOM to you, dear Bonnie. Love and rockets too!
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about me
"What do you want to be when you grow up?" my father asked me as a child.
"An airplane," I answered. "You mean a pilot?" he tried to correct me.
"No. an airplane."
Curious, free spirit, teacher, poet, dancer; i'm enthralled in flight in all its forms and happily spend time watching birds, planes, winged creatures travel in the air; lover of the mountains and desert, fire and skydiving, travel and pilgramages.
All bleeding eventually stops
(blog entry)
Ode to Otis Kenyon
Alive: in existence, force, or operation; active; marked by alertness, energy, or briskness; marked by much life, animation, or activity
Personalities
A live wine
Alive, spirits of the same case,
one bottle screams, a...
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Foreign Environments
(blog entry)
Foreign Environment
Changes geographically
reap discoveries
A strawberry peach lemonade
or alcohol-laden hurricane
can quench thirst in certain United States
like a well-stacked po' boy or thin crust pizza pie
can satisfy hunger in others...
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Levels of awareness
(blog entry)
"Sensitivity isn't being wimpy; it's about being so painfully aware that a flea landing on a dog is like a sonic boom." - Jeff Buckley
"Beat a dead horse and all you are left with is splattered meat" - Blaze
To Be Back in Blue
(blog entry)
To feel it all
Know the freedom to fly with wings wide and the wind beneath and in one’s face
I don’t know what I knew before
Joining the blue universe and becoming one with the birds
And the sky, the clouds, the white, the blue, the sunlight
...
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Alas Rasgadas (Torn Wings)
(blog entry)
Naked- devoid of concealment or disguise
Easy, for me, to shed the material, walk in bare skin
Yet I remain clothed in a caged soul
Hazel eyes filled with jealousy
Of those that reveal their whole
I remain wrapped in fake layers of hide
...
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Ode to Otis Kenyon
Alive: in existence, force, or operation; active; marked by alertness, energy, or briskness; marked by much life, animation, or activity
Personalities
A live wine
Alive, spirits of the same case,
one bottle screams, another dances.
The fruit of each sings in differing voices and keys.
Some sweet lullabies, other stinging screams
stirring up musicality, rhythm, style.
But the dance, a wine of salsa sassiness?
Or fluid waltz?
For me she was more of a pop-pop-...
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Foreign Environment
Changes geographically
reap discoveries
A strawberry peach lemonade
or alcohol-laden hurricane
can quench thirst in certain United States
like a well-stacked po' boy or thin crust pizza pie
can satisfy hunger in others.
Shifting locations awakens senses
to new avenues
Seventy-five degrees and sunny
with a soft stickiness of humidity on the rise
tickles a Northwesterner's wintered body
into joyful delight
Sting of Sichuan peppers
sweet, hot, spicy red
...
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"Sensitivity isn't being wimpy; it's about being so painfully aware that a flea landing on a dog is like a sonic boom." - Jeff Buckley
"Beat a dead horse and all you are left with is splattered meat" - Blaze
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To feel it all
Know the freedom to fly with wings wide and the wind beneath and in one’s face
I don’t know what I knew before
Joining the blue universe and becoming one with the birds
And the sky, the clouds, the white, the blue, the sunlight
I feel it all with my eyes open
Landing breaks my heart
The truth is I long to fly
To be back in the sky, to feel the honesty of 100+ wind against my skin,
Cheeks flapping, biggest grin
Nowhere else have I been
So at peace, at one with my self...
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Naked- devoid of concealment or disguise
Easy, for me, to shed the material, walk in bare skin
Yet I remain clothed in a caged soul
Hazel eyes filled with jealousy
Of those that reveal their whole
I remain wrapped in fake layers of hide
Unwise to veil but fear comforts the shivers
Years sewn into the toes and tighten the throat from cries
What remains when the caged bird flies?
The immaterial essence of this human life
Flies like a sparrow without its lover in Spring
The l...
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Ask a Sexy Woman Anything,
Black Rock Desert initiative,
Burning Bellies,
ELYSEUM: a Paradise for Heroes & Writers,
FireDrums,
Neo-tribalism,
Poetry, rhymed & rhymeless,
Sandwich Girl,
Xeno,
You Can Quote Me On That!,
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