So, after a summer recess of trying to forget that the world is manifoldly going to hell in a handcart, this week’s exciting ‘Back to Twitter’ experience has involved a good deal of feminists being berated for ‘reducing women to their genitals/biology/anatomy/whatever.’ This woke-approved soundbite has been around for an AGE, and my usual reaction […]
via The Radical Notion That Women Are People — Jane Clare Jones
Who needs stinking entropy? :)
Another piece recently performed by yours truly.
Sing, Be, Live, See
This dark stormy hour,
the wind, it stirs.
The scorched Earth cries out in vain.
Oh war and power, you blind and blur. The torn heart cries out in pain.
But music and singing have been my refuge,
and music and singing shall be my light.
A light of song, shining strong.
Hallelujah! Hallelujah.
Through darkness and pain and strife,
I’ll sing, I’ll be, live, see.
Peace.
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Mystro
Dead Wild Roses 
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