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It was all Brandy's fault. First Brandy knows ALL the secrets--everyone of them including Logos' phone number but female loyalties and an adversion to listening to whining and begging has left that an untapped source.

Next Brandy is a native Ohioan. The significance of this will be apparent shortly. My being a native New Yorker with a Rescue the Fair Maiden complex didn't help either.

But when it gets right down to it--I am the primary culprit. I was the innocent ...

My sister has come up to visit for the holiday, and she always comes with fun new stories about my niece aka the Antichrist. Who is a great source of amusement to me. One of the fun things about her, is those that do not know better, would never suspect she was one of the elite agents of the dark side, because she can be quite charming, (as charming as the Devil) and she is tiny, and people think she is cute, because she does know how to put on an act.

She is also some sort of drama ...

I, falling
and the moist night air pressing
against me,
a carpet of damp, sweet-smelling flowers

What will happen when I land?
Does death await,
a kindly hand closing my eyes,
or a sadistic lover,
granting me a stay of execution
while opening the door to exquisite pain?

I find that I am watching myself,
a lonely majestic hawk
that flew into the sunset and landed
on a railing
looking ...

Clash of the NightWatch

loose bald skeleton
banging in untwisting blasts
hanging from false arms



Chocolate Cake

deep frosted meaning
tortured in soft layers of sass
Count Dark and Sweet Cheeks

Question: What do you get when you cross a left-wing tree-huggin' environmentalist nut-job with right-wing pistol-toting government-conspiracy theorist nut-job with an educated, articulate, classical music enthusiast with a blue-color work ethic and a cutting sense of humor?

Answer: Edward Abbey, author of Desert Solitaire.

For those familiar with nature writing (aka environmental non-fiction) Abbey hardly needs an introduction. And his work, Desert Solitaire, which ...