More Poetry

The Other Door By John Isbell This poem, if read right, Unlocks the secrets of the universe. It contains a galaxy. It contains an archipelago of galaxies. It contains an ant. It contains a sunset. It contains number and geometry.…

Poem: Angels

Angels –Maurya Simon from Ghost Orchid Who are without mercy, Who confide in trumpet flowers, Who carry loose change in their pockets, Who dress in black velvet, Who wince and fidget like bats, Who balance their haloes on hatracks, Who…

The Spoon Theory

Go read The Spoon Theory. I don’t care if you have any kind of chronic illness or not – you know someone who does, and you need to read it. Thank you, redcub. Thank you very much!

Security, Posts and Time

How has your use of LJ—specifically of security settings on your posts—changed over time? If it has changed, anyway. I started out making mostly public posts, then went friends-only for a time. Some things were tightly-filtered—and, in fact, a couple…

More Furniture

I have a jewelry/lingerie chest that is a piece of furniture. I don’t have a picture of it at the minute, but I think it’s a cherry finish. It’s about 3′ high and 1′ wide, with doors on each side…

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