About Dad

in other words, words, Dad, Alex. he was so insecure about my male College associations. he was so way high above them as a husband and friend to me and Ian. as a Canadian he had the habits of an armchair intellectual. he had his flaws. But he had a few years on them. He … Continue reading About Dad →

About Damion and Mark

These were two men at Harvard who either did help me or were supposed to help me but couldn't because it turned out that I grew up in the woods and had zero training in social skills or personal habits. I was brilliant enough to be at Harvard and a man from Yale who was … Continue reading About Damion and Mark →

in case i go…

always with the cigarette. for my mother: you were correct. I chose to smoke. I chose it on the playground at Salt Brook School where the cool girls went out behind the building to smoke cigatettes during free time. When i went to visit Kent, the girls who hosted me took me with them to … Continue reading in case i go… →

black & white

...is irrelevant in this regard. It's going to happen quickly. It's all about the ALIEN project. Of there isn't one, one needs to start. At NASA I couldn't draw a picture because it is a sacred image. But here is one I drew at Philhaven: It was coming through me to reach my father who … Continue reading black & white →

Lack of Training in America

Lord, help us all with our lack of training in America, especially with our words! We come here from other countries trying to fit in. I felt lethargic and stupid and left out at best, an ugly mess at worst. What is the American language? It is constantly being redefined. There is money in this. … Continue reading Lack of Training in America →

too tired for words

THE CAL Much later i seriously wanted to ditch tnis post but it conains the sweeyezy si gle mime t of mt literary life. no clozaril=no slee b im tired and i wanna ho to bd trinational family: American, Canadian, British, gathered at home in B.C., Canada around 1995 Thanksgiving at home in Seminole, FL … Continue reading too tired for words →

moving on

grqa What a day! My life has turned around on an apex I could never have seen coming. My son is talking. I had a horrible life up until his age, when I met his father. Then although it felt horrible it was beautiful. I thought I had the most beautiful mother in the world … Continue reading moving on →

Worth 900,000,000

lawsuit against Johns Hopkins University Hospital Affective Disorders Unit September 1994 documented in 7 pictures. thats it.

cats, ALIENS, saints, & angels

they're all real. i dont kniw whuchbus more impirtant. that cats are special beings; that Saints livr in Hewv3n snd havecspecialbp I wersbto in5e4dedevfor us; that angels are Heaf r bs Suoerpowers, also real4; and that ALIENS live ajongbud wndvshow th3mselv3s sometimes. im jot oermitt3dvtobedit thu (either ALIENSPEAK or WordPress wont let m

her majesty the queen; Elizabeth II: a poem

I met with her a decade and a half ago when I first started blogging. In my mind she came to my house to check on me because I had been writing on this site the divine anointment of royalty; specifically, Her. That the idea had gone out of style but should be brought back. … Continue reading her majesty the queen; Elizabeth II: a poem →