Showing posts with label flordacana. Show all posts
Showing posts with label flordacana. Show all posts

Saturday, October 22, 2016

Seminole Heights with the Sockys


 French toast at the three coins, the only 24 hour diner in Tampa. Then , Long hallucinatory nap on Jan and Lenny's divan. The Fox is never so happy as when she is here.

When we wake up, course it's everywhere and the make up laid out on the table! It's a Timberton life with these two, I can't believe how lucky I am to have them moved back to Florida!





Pre-Halloween Halloween, masquerade ball at The Castle. Florida friends, you know--The denizens of the castle are exactly the same as they were 25 years ago and goth never dies in the sunshine State. It just becomes happy zombies and sex positive fetish circus.













Saturday, July 25, 2015

Sunday, June 7, 2015

P.O.D./Flordacana Pass-a-grille 6/7/15

I always feel safe and potentialize when I can nest one obsession/recurrence into another. I know this puts me somewhere between plain magical thinking and a diagnosis on the DSM. That's OK.


Pigeons are for lovers. In plaid shirts and bubble dresses; memorial for Ms. Sass, a 24 yr. old girl. Bolted to the beach bar picnic table; he sleeps; when the water is very flat there is an electric scum on top, it also gets under the greenish-yellow surfaces of objects and elevates it; bleary; these little girls were playing chicken with violent gulls, waving French fries int he air and then diving for cover--I was right there with them; sea pods; the sidewalk











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Wednesday, February 4, 2015

in Flordacana land, manatee record is broken

as 300 hundred sea cows take shelter in three sisters, a 1 acre warm spring.

In far off news, in Taiwan, my mind keeps arching backward, to a balcony. To understand just how my friend fell. He died a few days ago. My co-worker and fellow disability advocate, who lived with multiple disabilities and had just saved up to move across the world to live with his girlfriend and study computer science. My mind keeps arcing back to the moment of the mis-step or the giving-way, or even, the thoughts in his head as he fell. As if, in knowing, I might be able to erase or ease or hold on. To catch him in soft, still water.


Thank you for that day sliding sideways in Golden Gate Park, Derek.

on Twitter

, 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.

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.

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