Crying Uncle

I have occasionally used this space to opine ruefully about my ongoing aloneness. I don't do it very often for several reasons: I am aware that it makes people uncomfortable.…

Goodbye Summer

Poetry of Departures Sometimes you hear, fifth-hand, As epitaph: He chucked up everything And just cleared off, And always the voice will sound Certain you approve This audacious, purifying, Elemental…

Questing Solo

I spent New Years Eve home alone, playing World of Warcraft.  Not your traditional fin d'année fête, but it suited me fine.  I'm kind of in a WoW-y zone right…