Monthly Archives: March 2011

Barefoot Pilgrimage

Every morning while still in my soft dreamworld before the reality of nuclear explosions and villages swept away and bodies tangled and mangled by guns and bombs I take a barefoot pilgrimage to pay homage to my garden. to the … Continue reading

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The Girl Who Was Turned into a Rock, Wrote a Play about a Rock Who Played Saxaphone, and Became a Rock n Roll Singer

This is a story about rocks, rocking, and rock’n’roll. It’s a story about a little girl and a bad teacher. Yes, there are bad teachers, but that doesn’t mean that I don’t support the teachers in Wisconsin, and Austin, and … Continue reading

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