And it Begins

Former U.S. Secretary of State Clinton speaks during the unveiling of "No Ceilings" and the "Not There Yet: A Data Driven Analysis of Gender Equality study" in New York

We knew it was coming. It was as inevitable as entropy and half as comforting. Hillary Clinton has thrown her hat into the ring again, and of course all the familiar voices are chiming in. On the so called Right you have the apoplectic pundits retching their disapproval in comical theatrics (seriously, I don’t think I ever laughed as hard at a New York Post front page.) Among “liberal” Democrats you have those already getting fitted for their Hillary Clinton cheerleader costumes well before any other Democrat has declared their run for the nomination. The media has, without coming out and actually saying so, already declared her the winner, so why should anyone else run? Continue reading

Poetry Month Part 5: My Ghillie Suit


Not to be too self deprecating but I often feel I am what some of the crueler trans women who pass very well call a “brick.” I know my appearance is very masculine no matter how much I try. Overweight, broad shoulders and a variety of other complaints make passing hard. Still I try because that is what I am supposed to do. It is what I want to do too, but it would be nice if I did not feel so awful for not doing it as well as I would like. Continue reading

Poetry Month Part 4: Burying Mom Alive


I have a sort of innate disdain for trendy “environmentalism:” the million little things we tell the powerless they have to do to save the world rather than really examine the systems in place keeping us on the road to environmental disaster. That said a little reflection on what we do, how we do it, and how we can contribute to both the solution and the problem would be nice. Also, not a Gaea hypotheses type, but damn it makes for a nice title. Continue reading

Poetry Month Series Part 1


Sorry for the late start on this. I may or may not do extra over the next few days to catch up. I will be posting every day for the rest of the month however. Today’s poem is inspired by a conversation with a regular at Lift Bridge Book Shop and my favorite coffee shop about a book she is working on as well as a headline I saw regarding the search for extra terrestrial life. Maybe someone is out there. Maybe they are listening too, and maybe, just maybe, we sound like nonsense to them. Also, it is a Fibonacci poem, which I have not done in forever. Continue reading