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)

meade

and on this day 

in below freezing weather 

I sang and danced until I lost my voice

and a stranger gave me meade. 

It is official now: 

Meade and I are the best of friends. 

In hoarseness, I laugh

and tell stories around the fire.

inhale

I haven't smoked in many years. 

Today I just... craved one.

postcard

sometimes all you need 

is a breath of fresh air 

to get out of your stuffy attic

oppressive head-space

studio

my studio 

and my work

and my cat 

and my boxers. (haha).

My friends request motifs, canvases, and pay me in sandwiches. 

I consider this a good deal.

the password

the 6 quarks 

it all comes down to this

playing charades

sewing a lot of costumes this week. 

sometimes 

i think i don't know how to be

myself