Anything I have written is percolating and fermenting. This isn't actually writer's block, but nothing has been posted in a while. Sooo. how about Reruns? This was posted in May 2017 and includes a poem from 2015 and 1992, so it stretches time a bit. The marriage spoken of in the prose is ending, we …
Tag: Cica Ghost
BTT #65: Excommunicado
Excommunicado · Fifteen faces Study me kindly. Their care weighs On me. Do they know Me really Beyond one or two? Does God still Want me? Once we joined Music filling voids Between stars. I hear now only Pierced hands Pressing quiet On my Beating heart. ∞ -Lona Gynt, February 2020. ……… This is …
BTT #43: Change of Name
Change of Name · On the day my Name changed It came to me silently In the wind Whispering unseen across Calm waters in the evening. Not etched upon a stone, But wrapped in breathings As it quietly And carefully unfurled. It left my former body Resting on the shore, Leaving me open and Solitary …
BTT #24: Life after Hate
Have you ever met a monster? Have you ever been a monster, and if so how did you know? Have you ever thought about what it takes to find out? The following is an excerpt from an interview by David Greene with Christian Picciolini on National Public Radio. Mr. Picciolini is a former white supremacist skinhead. He has undergone …
BTT #19: Three Dreams, Part 3 – Roots and Blossom Petals
¸¸¸ Dream of Cica: Roots From Lona's self-proclaimed dictionary... Conscious Life: n,adj,adv,v, gerund, past-participle, future participle, particle participle, part-icicle- in fact without it there would not be any part of speech... so in a way, life is everything, including any darn part of speech you can think of, but anyway.... Harvey growls that I am digressing even …
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BTT #17: Three Dreams, Part 2 – Fade Away
Dream of Cica Ghost- Fade Away. It had been a long time since I had been able to visit Second Life, more than a month! I had completely missed Cica's exhibit called Burning (time is the fire in which we all burn), and I was determined not to miss her next one. I had …
