I. Harmonia Who fucked you? It wasn’t me. Why then, this cursed jewel? Who wronged you? Was it my mother?
This morning, while brushing my teeth, I heard the following dialogue. Spirit: (at me) “God, I really hate you.” Hermes:
No matter what you do, you are stuck with yourself. You can pack it down, put a mask on it,
I’ve got nothing for a pre-amble. These are trying times. Every day brings a new assault on someone’s rights. I’m
I had to think very carefully about how to title this post. One does not manifest these deities. These deities
Ok, bear with me. What I’m going to write is going to seem really very out of place for this
Where I throw my pottery, there is a student I envy. She’s been throwing for about two thirds of the