3 weeks solo and trying to decide whether or not to merge all of it here. All of it. The pain, the passion, all that purpose, essays, the filed away lyrics, the unpublished poems, the soft erotica, those short stories, the dances. Dances?
I’m guessing I’d have to show you, you’d have to read it for yourselves. 20 years of being out there and circulating already.
Expression, adjectives, descriptive, alluring.
Unrelated to the pain communities. Though I suppose that there would be relief, ease, laughter and a sense of distraction in what I could have been providing all along.
It’s only just begun.