There is a missing part of me, something lacking in the mosaic of who and what I am today. It is hardly apparent when I live in isolation, but of late I dwell amongst people and invite them into my life in ways I never have before. Even when married, those who became my family [...]
Posted on March 19th, 2008 by Zsallia
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It had already turned cold before the bar emptied out and over the next hour the temperature dropped like a stone. I was wearing a light denim jacket over my stage outfit and the cold dug into me remorselessly, but I forced the sensation down, concentrating on listening and watching. Cigarette stubs littered the ground [...]
Posted on February 7th, 2008 by Zsallia
Filed under: 1963 to 1967, The Past, Wounds Inflicted | 3 Comments »
The air was thick with spilled beer and old cigarette smoke.These little clubs always seemed so desolate once the crowds had filtered out. The four of us were sharing a bottle while the waitresses and the bartender cleaned up for the night. Neff and Aiko seemed relaxed and happy, but Dalene was cool and pensive, [...]
Posted on January 3rd, 2008 by Zsallia
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A crowd had gathered- they always did when Dalene sat outside with her guitar, but that evening it was larger than ever. We were leaving in the morning and it seemed everyone we had met that summer wanted to stop by to hear her play one last time. She sat on the steps of the [...]
Posted on August 11th, 2007 by Zsallia
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Human beings are variables. Failure to grasp this fact is the major failing of all Utopian visions regardless of their provenance, for such fantasies assume humanity can be controlled, made predictable, guided.
Case in point: Four whores from New Orleans should find no haven in a small Virginia town, yet this is precisely what we [...]
Posted on May 27th, 2007 by Zsallia
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