painting on my patio

I learned many neat tricks as a theatre student 

"how not to be yourself"

...today I went grocery shopping with a false beard 

and laughed all the way home.

bird feathers

there is sand in my bed

and salt water in my wine

but goddamn 

I love the west coast

scary thoughts

shadow

I have days where I just think 

it would easier 

without a gender

puzzle

in solitude 

I find myself 

falling to pieces

musing

my muse is a cruel  mistress 

she strikes at inopportune moments

harasses me at late hours 

rails at me, hurls ideas and insults in the same breath

until at last, harried, I finally gather my supplies

and give her something to shut up about.

backlight

because there's just something 

really special 

about enveloping yourself in your favorite character. 

(full frodo-mode at the LA comicaze convention)