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Yes, so I'm aware it's September and thus autumn is creeping in,
but here in Texas it's going to be summer for a while yet!
It's strange- Fall has always been my favorite season,
and yet despite this hideous drought and blaze we've been
experiencing down here, I must admit I'm a bit sad to see summer go.
I want more skinny-dipping, more slip wearing, more nectar sipping!
My body loves being warm here- it's like floating in amniotic fluid.
Muscles unfurl, neck loosens, shoulders un-hunch themselves
and the smell of hot cedar sap and baking asphalt are a strange balm.
Popsicle season. Sweaty sassy dance party time. Sunset hour.
Summer! Who knew I could ever grow to love it so, especially after
years in the South- swearing up and down that I would never subject
myself to another blistering Texas or muggy Louisiana summer.


New bee-log post up at Angeliska Gazette: Endless Summer
Read more, clickety-click s'il-te-plaît..

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Have you ever seen a ghost? Have you ever felt one?
Visual apparitions are rare. I waited my whole life to see a clear one.
I've always noticed the amorphous, ephemeral shades:
thin wispy white ones, bulbous black blobby ones, and
the darting quick grey cat ones. The human form eluded me,
until I moved to New Orleans. I hope to tell some of those stories
in the next installment. I wish I understood more about them.


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New post on Angeliska Gazette: Ectoplasmic Honey

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I am haunted by phantasms, of late-
kept company by their tittering laughter,
told stories and been diverted by
flashing eyes, white hands fluttering.
A chorus of ghost girls has come to tea.


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Glittering masks and bony arms,
they're always hungry but never
say much. They seem to be smoking,
but you can't smell it. Strange
ladies, these friends who are
here, and not. Glamourous, grim.


New post on Angeliska Gazette: Ghost Girls Preserved in Honey

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Creepy cute lion babies, you hypnotize me. I cannot look away.
You have me under your power. I will now paint everything I own gold!


New post on Angeliska Gazette: Magic Windows #5

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"Goats milk to drink, from a chipped tin mug; we shall eat the oatcakes
he has baked on the hearthstone. Rattle of the rain on the roof.
The latch clanks on the door; we are shut up inside with one another,
in the brown room crisp with the scent of burning logs that shiver
with tiny flame, and I lie down on the Erl-King's creaking pallaisse of straw.
His skin is the tint and texture of sour cream, he has stiff, russet nipples
ripe as berries. Like a tree that bears blossom and fruit
on the same bough together, how pleasing, how lovely."




New bee-log post up at Angeliska Gazette: Strange Season

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Here we go! Time for another Gadjo Disko!
Are you ready? I am! Or I will be, just as soon as I make my headdress!
The next one is this Saturday, October 17th
10pm-4am at The Cockpit, 113 San Jacinto & 2nd
We've got a night of disko mayhem ready,
featuring Stanley Roy
Little Stolen Moments
Minor Mishap Marching Band
DJ Chicken Kiev
& Sick!
$7-$15 Dress to transgress!


Oh yes, and - at very long last:
photos from the fashion show!
Mine were not so super, and everybody
else's are still trickling in, but here are some
of my very favorites, though it's so hard to choose!
The following seven photos are from Zee Great Wendini!
Many more of her photos can be seen here, and also
lots of good ones from her fella, Flash Barrilleaux.


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More at Angeliska Gazette: GADJO DISKO - Glamour + Sickle

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Summer's dwindling has brought the storms:
this one was coming for me before I began my journey.
I outran it in high-heeled boots, the wind lashing at my
leftover locks, head newly half-shorn, walking through
the drive-through at the bank. A vagabond.


New bee-log post on Angeliska Gazette: Magic Windows #4

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The season turns, and I return home to find the scarlet
hurricane lilies abloom and two friends dead.
I have to write, have to attempt to honor them
in some way- and continue to make death public.
It makes me so sad to see the bereaved feel
ashamed of their grief, and to sense the
uncomfortable helplessness of those who
love them. I am sharing the lives and passings
of my friends here, so that you can know them too.


New bee-log post on Angeliska Gazette: R.I.P. Noah + Colby

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