Why Drag?

Because I can. And will explain tomorrow. But right now, I gotta get dressed for HALLOWEEN!!

You

(Is this the start of a Peter Pan series...? I guess my studies have seeped into my poetry)

Peter Pan had the kiss, a kiss all your own.

And maybe I was a Lost Boy, a lost boy.

Maybe it's not so surprising Peter Pan

was often played by a woman

on the stage; he needed her kiss.

Budding Mint

My mint plants got attacked by caterpillars this summer. Once I realized what was happening, it felt too late to stop it. And then I left home for 6 weeks and my plants in the care of a friend desperate for a green thumb. The Spearmint withered but held onto a few green leaves; the Pineapple turned brown and I put it in the corner of the garden, its pot and soil to be used again in the spring.

Sometime last week, though, I noticed the Spearmint had sprung new leaves--not my expectation as autumn is fast descending on the city of London. And yet, the little leaves are budding out wherever they can, including new shoots from the soil. It's as if fresh mint green is the must-have fashionable color of the season will all the work that plant is doing.

And then this morning, taking out the compost as you do, I stopped by my mint (and rose, for it's standing taller these days as well) and looked over into the soil of the Pineapple mint: little fuzzy two-toned leaves are climbing from the soil up. The entire plant previously resting above the soil is brown and dry, but somewhere, deep in the root system, something persisted. Something said, let's grow.

Ecofeminism What?!

"I believe...that creative, complex ecofeminist interpretations of literary texts should be able to enhance the growth of ecofeminist theory rather than wait for its development. In order for the project of ecofeminist literary criticism to flourish, though, it must become more responsive to its position at the intersection of two broad fields--ecofeminism and literary theory and criticism--and simultaneously draw from and contribute to both of these fields."

- Karla Amrbruster, "A Poststructuralist Approach to Ecofeminist Criticism"

Mrs. Darling's Kiss

beginnings of a poem:

You are not always a Mrs.
nor have you ever been
my Darling, it's just that I want
that kiss. Mr. Darling doesn't get
it. The children can't name it.
I only imagine it.

Daylight Savings Time

I got to work an hour early this morning. Not an unusual story for a daylight savings time morning, but I am glad I live close enough to where I work to come home for that hour and snuggle back into bed with my love. Which is what I did.

But damn, the day was long. And by 3 o'clock, I mean 2 o'clock, I was pooped. Plus, the sun was going down already. It's the early sunset that gets me. The walking home and it's already dark. The cool evening air moving in more quickly than my body has adjusted for. Just wait one more week, just wait one more hour sun, I'm just not done yet.

I've Missed

Saturday, but for very good reason. I was on the Jack the Ripper tour of East London in Doc Martens. I mean, how more London can you get?