a wrap-up of the first-ever Write To Connect series I taught at the Independent Living Resource Center San Francisco (a new series of W2C starts in January at the LightHouse for the Blind.)
and Thanksgiving in Charleston, moonshine, Bloody Mary's, Poe's Tavern, never made it to Fort Somethin Somethin from the drunksick, Norman Rockwell mid-motion pics in front of TV, lightsavers, but the babies are still funner than the Wii to swing around with, kids on the upstairs porch filling the sauce pot and drenching grown-ups coming back late from the bar. Some shots from Sullivan's Island:
, where this blog lives now. because it can be read and posted to through that app, one-handed, on my back, by a body of water, or in the cool olive green light above my mattress. This is articulation my spine had not dreamed of before. Tweets by @thebodypoetik
My blog lived on Tumblr for a minute
because it is so much easier to access from my phone. fallinginrealtime.tumblr This is the feed. No, I don't like it. I can't add another virtual box. I'll make due with Twitter.