Category Archives: Even cowgirls get the blues

exposure: the kiss

Posted on July 8, 2011 by

One thing I’ve done a lot while down, is read. Which I guess makes sense for a writer: the familiarity of endless elegant words strung up in stylish sentences, kindred comfort to an author’s mind. Being bluesy, I perhaps haven’t … Continue reading →

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without…

Posted on July 8, 2011 by

I’m on a slow curve up, rising gently like a tide or swelling moon. Still, a certain sadness pervades; things feel a little heavy, flat; heart scarred and scoured. Ultimately: tired. But. Gradually, I’m reengaging. A slow strength is growing … Continue reading →

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down low…

Posted on July 7, 2011 by

I can’t believe how much time has elapsed since my last post – a full 7 days got sucked into ‘the move’ blackhole, replete with crucifying migraines, a couple of vicious fights and about 3 days of exhausted downtime in … Continue reading →

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