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Triggered Memory Haiku: Moon Night Lost Light Lake/Details scream in outside me/Drop Pray Sun Silence  



New Tumblr ramble.


Right blog post. Let’s go.

Posting videos on Twitter for songs I put on a mixtape for Gayle the year before we started dating. My senior year of college (and the summer after) was a time of poetry (Muses and Moonlight Reflections), wandering the Northwestern Lakefill, brunettes (’Help Me, Rhonda’), liquor, friends, a social worker who helped me deal with the “I don’t want to graduate because everyone graduates, puts on a suit and changes their personality’ issues — I couldn’t claim distress over figuring out I was gay, nope that was just an ‘oh yeah, duh” moment. There was also Israeli folk dancing, not dating, more not dating, accidental dating, telling my actually gay alt best friend’s girlfriend he was leaving for the Navy a week early so we could have a real party before he went (he spent the entire period post party to breakfast locked in the bathroom dealing with too much alcohol in his system), exchanging letters and religious arguments with Gayle who was off in Kentucky lifeguarding at Bible Camp while I lived off my small store of money and tried to figure out what to do next. Didn’t type fast enough for The Windy City Times so I went to work for nuns as an ER Admission clerk and spent quiet after midnights doodling, starting stories, and making friends, one of whom would get pregnant on the night her boyfriend broke up with her. Cue: Labor Coach Michelle.

And this is not what I was planning to blog about. I’ve just had a lot of stuff rolling around in my head after Twelfth Night finished (it was EXCELLENT; the cast aced it. I am so proud). There have been too many 8 a.m. future of the theatre meetings and emails. I usually hibernate after a show’s over, at least for awhile.

I have been reading yuri manga and discovering that emotions are much more understandable for me when you add a movement component, even if it’s a 2-D drawn one. Gestures add volumes. Probably why I love musicals (the Fred Astaire type) and martial art movies. So I’ve been considering the writing-art split in my brain and how theatre (and poetry) seems to be able to merge them. And wondering if, with this new understanding, I can write something with the emotions of a manga but describing gestures, not showing them. I’m also considering if I might get somewhere on the In The Bleak December sequel if I storyboarded it like a movie first. To finish it originally, I treated each chapter almost as if it were a short stand alone story. Perhaps I just need to ask myself, what would Sally do. And maybe read Nathaniel Hawthorne or non Sherlock Arthur Conan Doyle.

Although my current to read list is Seducers in Ecuador and The Importance of Being Earnest.

An Interview with Theatre Under the Trees Director, Michelle Denise Norton

An Interview with Theatre Under the Trees Director, Michelle Denise Norton.


To quote my Facebook Author’s Page:

I zinged through a couple of In The Bleak December sequel starts awhile ago and showed them to my wife aka Gayle. She was horrified at how fast I was taking things. I blame Western month at the Goodreads Lesbian Book Club .

So I went back to steeping and searching for an inspiration to replace the Poe part of the book writing mix. And then I started directing Twelfth Night and theatre related hecticness happened. And Korean drama suggested by the little brother aka Beau distractions* happened. And the Pirate Princess aka Raven The Black Arrow comic books happened. And the Women’s World Cup happened. Which got me thinking about teenage me. Which let to me reading yuri manga and mulling the period before you actually manage to kiss someone you like. It’s a little bit terrifying.

And all of that has currently turned into launching an unexpected comic called Surfing Lightning. Here’s the start. Enjoy.

*List of Korean dramas so far, in order of enjoyment:  The Greatest Love, Detectives of Seonam Girls High School, Tomorrow’s Cantabile, Protect The Boss…next up:  My Girlfriend Is A Nine Tailed Fox


Yes, I did grump about the coaching, but I am very happy for the players. Although I do feel for the Japanese goalie. Bad location and time of day to lose a coin flip and get the sun in your eyes. Congratulations to the USWNT on their World Cup victory!



The First:

Embracing weather

Rumbled threats, grey sharp greens rise

Storm rush calls, shatters.

The Second:

Storm Rush fills, Darks bright

All waiting, breathless, dreaming

Storm Queen, Lightning cries


Quieter gift falls

Hope surges cool, laughter drips.

Rain. Poet. Dancing


DSCF4694DSCF4681DSCF4704Thistles are gorgeous.  See rest of photos Hawk Lake Photo Set


This article has Interesting summary of Women’s World Cup Day 3 results, with an emphasis on the African teams perhaps being underrated.  Want to see Cameroon play.  USA vs. Australia was a bit frustrating, although it’s always very nice to see Megan Rapinoe and Hope Solo so on their game.  But Australia might have won with a lesser keeper in the net.  Frustrated that Ellis won’t just play Sydney Leroux and Christen Press together as a team of forwards.  Would like to see Australia safely out of the group stage as well as the US.  Still think the home USA uniforms lacks that “we can actually see they used our national colors” flair.

Ah well, coaching from the couch is never productive.  Nice to have so many games available on Fox Sports.  And when can I reserve my copy of FIFA 16 from EA Sports?

Twelfth Night has kicked off as well so rehearsals are warring with watching soccer games (and drawing).

In book news, I’m taking In The Bleak December out of the Kindle Select program as of 6/11 and spinning it off to other outlets so if you want to borrow it for free, these are the last couple days that will be possible.

Take care!  Who are you rooting for?


mood: fuchsia