Rob Brezny's hororscope this week for Sagittarius'

"In his folk song "Farewell to the Gold," Nic Jones tells the story of a failed gold prospector. After two years of finding no more than a few flecks of the precious metal, the unlucky man is giving up his search. "Farewell to the gold / that never I found," he sings. "Goodbye to the nuggets / that somewhere abound. / For it's only when dreaming / that I see them gleaming / down in the dark deep underground." If I'm reading the omens corr... read more

I'd arrived early at our designated rendezvous. We hadn't planned anything other than just our meeting. Originally I'd emailed him and asked if he'd like to get a cup of coffee. It was weeks before he came across my message. He'd written a very sweet apology and said he'd like to do more than just consume a well crafted latte with me.

When I called him the morning of our meeting he'd said he was fresh out of the shower and wasn't wearing pants. I'd hoped that was his way of flirting with ... read more

Rochana recently gifted me with a poem.

She is always talking to me about poetry, particularly her own. I've gone to great lengths to preserve her poems throughout her illness because she often times would lose track of them. Many an odd hour I will get a panicked phone call from her about how her daughter is putting the poems to music and she cannot find them anywhere.

I keep a back up hard copy and a digital one as well. Just for those emergencies.

"Not to worry" I tell her.

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It been an interesting month. One in which I've experienced less overall fear for my very survival and more expansion into this new world in which I find myself. A world of my choosing.

And it is varied.

Split you might say. Sectioned off in places co-joined within my fractured psyche.

Pieces of a whole picture that's maybe not yet in place.

I've my existence as a caregiver at St Anthony's. Changing the diapers of large elderly men, feeding those who've forgotten how to chew a... read more

Stuart took this photo. I attempted to express arrested sexuality but now that I look at it ... seems more like a severe inner groin cramp.

Same same?

Red Dress party last night. Its a local fundraiser that's been going on for a few years. I didn't want to budget the $50 cash for the ticket so I volunteered. Turns out that they were over staffed so I just got in for free.

I cannot remember the last time I wore a dress. Sarongs sure. But a dress? Hmmm....been awhile.

Halloween ... read more