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Coyote Dreams <marquee>Strikin' fear in the heart of Darkness, one spark at a time.... <marquee></marquee> <marquee></marquee></marquee> http://coyotedreams.multiply.com/ This is my sanctuary <div style="VISIBILITY: visible; MARGIN-LEFT: auto; WIDTH: 450px; MARGIN-RIGHT: auto; TEXT-ALIGN: center; "><embed allowscriptaccess="never" style="VISIBILITY: visible; WIDTH: 435px; HEIGHT: 270px; " name="mp3player" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" src="http://www.musicplaylist.us/mc/mp3player-othersite.swf?config=http://www.musicplaylist.us/mc/config/config_blue.xml&mywidth=435&myheight=270&playlist_url=http://www.musicplaylist.us/loadplaylist.php?playlist=7159850" width="435" height="270" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" menu="false" quality="high" wmode="transparent" border="0'/"> <a href="http://www.musicplaylist.us/"><img src="http://www.musicplaylist.us/mc/images/create_blue.jpg" border="0"></a><a href="http://www.musicplaylist.us/standalone/7159850" target="_blank"><img src="http://www.musicplaylist.us/mc/images/launch_blue.jpg" border="0"></a><a href="http://www.musicplaylist.us/download/7159850"><img src="http://www.musicplaylist.us/mc/images/get_blue.jpg"><tbody>  <tr>  <div><embed allowscriptaccess="never" name="rockyou" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer'/" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/rockyou.swf?instanceid=70498140&ver=102906" width="426" height="320" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" salign="lt" wmode="transparent"> <a style="PADDING-RIGHT: 1px; " href="http://www.rockyou.com/?type=slideshow&refid=70498140" target="_BLANK"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; " src="http://apps.rockyou.com/link/logo.gif"></a><a style="PADDING-RIGHT: 1px; " href="http://www.rockyou.com/slideshow_create.php?refid=70498140&source=cyo" target="_BLANK"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; " src="http://apps.rockyou.com/link/create_own.gif"></a><a style="PADDING-RIGHT: 1px; ">  <div style="BORDER-RIGHT: #cfcfcf 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 6px; BORDER-TOP: #cfcfcf 1px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 6px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 6px; BORDER-LEFT: #cfcfcf 1px solid; WIDTH: 425px; PADDING-TOP: 6px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #cfcfcf 1px solid; TEXT-ALIGN: left; "><img alt="" src="http://www.writerscafe.org/images/web/logos/25x20.png" align="top" border="0"> <a href="http://www.writerscafe.org/writers/TL%20Boehm/" target="_blank">Read My Writing at WritersCafe.org</a></div></a></div></tr></tbody></a></div> <embed allowscriptaccess="never" align="center" src="http://www.writerscafe.org/w?id=8646" width="425" height="140" type="application/x-shockwave-flash">  <a href="http://www.editred.com/TL_Boehm"><img height="80" alt="Writing Community" src="http://www.editred.com/BANNERS/userbang.gif" width="329" border="1"></a> Sat, 5 Jul 2008 18:31:47 -0000 Sat, 5 Jul 2008 14:33:21 -0000 Coyote Dreams <marquee>Strikin' fear in the heart of Darkness, one spark at a time.... <marquee></marquee> <marquee></marquee></marquee> http://images.coyotedreams.multiply.com/logo http://coyotedreams.multiply.com 100 100 SP Threesome - Poetry Saturday <img class="alignleft" src="http://images.coyotedreams.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SG@B3goKCCQAAHm-oUo1/RoseSkull_by_bcoad.jpg?et=ouQ2774Y%2BxIK9Si%2CPghe8w&nmid=0" border="0"> Coyote Dreams   Perhaps you aggrandize Those sacred manifestations Lupine resonance When the moon takes a cooler hue Ebbing in the western sky As I scurry Furtive in the wake of wolves Cavort under cover of shadows The darkness lenient Diana's placid orb obfuscates Any deeper meaning These solo notes from husky throats The soul’s chronicle lost Your hackled superstitions don’t abet me Demure dogs shiver on silvered chains With the acumen of stones They throw themselves Lick the hand of the master Fawning malleable in your fettered life You crave the panacea Of stagnant water and stale kibble Trade these wild cries for silence Shrink from the eminent colossus Freedom is the howling nemesis Beyond your black and white vision You never see The multifarious color of coyote dreams       <img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.coyotedreams.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SG@CnAoKCCQAAB3INzA1/Hold_by_the_silent_voice.png?et=fyb%2BmY2OkwNbweqyCIG2CQ&nmid=0" border="0"> Serendipity   Single minded sister Solitary soul searching For my whole Set my purpose defined Within my spotlight mind Could see that when you found me My per... http://coyotedreams.multiply.com/journal/item/529/SP_Threesome_-_Poetry_Saturday_ Sat, 5 Jul 2008 14:33:21 -0000 Worth Celebrating. O beautiful for spacious skies, For amber waves of grain, For purple mountain majesties Above the fruited plain! America! America! God shed His grace on thee, And crown thy good with brotherhood From sea to shining sea! <img height="229" alt="Overlaid pictures representing America" src="http://kids.niehs.nih.gov/images/flags/america.jpg" width="344" border="0"> O beautiful for pilgrim feet Whose stern impassion'd stress A thoroughfare for freedom beat Across the wilderness. America! America! God mend thine ev'ry flaw, Confirm thy soul in self-control, Thy liberty in law. O beautiful for heroes prov'd In liberating strife, Who more than self their country loved, And mercy more than life. America! America! May God thy gold refine Till all success be nobleness, And ev'ry gain divine. O beautiful for patriot dream That sees beyond the years Thine alabaster cities gleam Undimmed by human tears. America! America! God shed His grace on thee, And crown thy good with brotherhood From sea to shining sea. Katharine Lee Bates circa 1893/1904 Today I celebrate family and strangers who came with nothing and sacrificed everything...for me to live as I do. Today... http://coyotedreams.multiply.com/journal/item/528/Worth_Celebrating. Fri, 4 Jul 2008 14:36:08 -0000 Random Tammy Tales   <img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.coyotedreams.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SGzzTwoKCCQAABzzwXk1/1a851ca336b4a08a7707e2094490f81e.jpg?et=wn7YQQvdSQIVCAaDn3%2BG5Q&nmid=0" border="0"> So the Youth Conference is over and I'm guessing my spawn are still boxer clad and comatose at home whilst I spend my day in servitude to the corporate machine...Thank God I am off tomorrow, but today I must refrain from slumping over in my chair and snoring. Admittedly, I had to thump my ego on the noggin a couple of times so I wouldn't covet my male loinfruit their opportunities to grow. For whatever reason, my parents were worshippers of the Gimme god and saw absolutely no point to going to church. My Dad's mom broke from the Lutheran denomination at confirmation and never looked back. My mom's paternal family was Amish and her teen stint in a three room house with outdoor plumbing quelled any pursuit of God...or organized authority. Until I was in my twenties, I counted myself as an agnostic. I retain much residual skepticism, even now.  As for mom and dad - I could go on forever and probably will divulge more later but for now - Mom is a once a year methodist and Dad ... http://coyotedreams.multiply.com/journal/item/527/Random_Tammy_Tales_ Thu, 3 Jul 2008 16:09:51 -0000 Cheeto's exposed..... <img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.coyotedreams.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SGuuBAoKCCQAAHcPd9g1/somewhere_nowhere_by_indiginz.jpg?et=jIn%2BcIzBazm2LbFzM8R36Q&nmid=0" border="0">To everyone who came by yesterday - "Love My Eyes" thanks you. I now must consider an extra kohl pencil for work as I laughed so hard I cried off all my eyeliner. Imagine. Here I was attempting to eloquently state my life position only to have the conversation devolve into discourse on the sloughed off residue of snack foods. That coupled with multiple testimonies regarding the insidious methods by which some of you acquire cheese...I'm still recovering. The wooden track on which my emotions careen can only achieve specified elevation and I find myself now gaining momentum on the screaming, plummeting downside this morning. Perhaps you've wondered who sold me the ticket the past few days cuz I've certainly been on a special little jaunt, haven't I? I suppose its time for a Tammy Time Tale Four years ago - Fred was invited to a youth conference called "The Storm" put on by a local church. At the time, we were (after 15 years of faithful denominational attendance) seeking another churc... http://coyotedreams.multiply.com/journal/item/526/Cheetos_exposed..... Wed, 2 Jul 2008 17:00:59 -0000 The Truth about VELVEETA - can you handle it? <img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.coyotedreams.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SGpCSQoKCCQAACKAtis1/images.jpg?et=pX%2BvpH1QPZ%2BdpYZQ2sDugg&nmid=0" border="0">Steps up to PC...taps on glass, "you readin' me?" Velveeta is not real cheese. Anything that melts that quickly when a little heat is applied - is not real (ooh I feel an ooey gooey moment forming up in here....) For those of you who read yesterdays lathered, fumbling attempt at presenting a position - thank you.  Sometimes things are so close to my core - I simply cannot articulate my heart. You see, like a block of processed Velveeta....sometimes I am close to my melting point. What I am trying to convey with stunted words is that like with everything else that happens over a course of a lifetime, eventually one must reach a position of ownership over one's life. I own me. All the bad attitudes, all the awkwardness, all the simmering discontent - while I can blame the world, the traffic and the gangsta playing bust a cap in yo' (edited for your protection) music in the car beside me - my responses are my own. The ugliness that comes out would... http://coyotedreams.multiply.com/journal/item/525/The_Truth_about_VELVEETA_-_can_you_handle_it_ Tue, 1 Jul 2008 15:37:50 -0000 My TRUTH...can ya handle it? <img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.coyotedreams.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SGk9cQoKCCQAAGAU@@A1/Altar_by_songofilluvatar.jpg?et=YZOt84R2qICWuEeks7bnPA&nmid=0" border="0">Most days I'd rather curl up in a ball and suck my big toe than have one nanosecond of confrontation with anyone especially those quicker on the draw than me with respect to deeper issues like is Velveeta really cheese and what is the meaning of life? But I'm no different than the next rat behind the plexiglass. Poke me enough and eventually I'm biting your stick. Keep doing it and I may use my rat powers to jump and bite your hand. If I'm just a rat in your sick experiment any way - I may as well attack the source of my frustration, right? I am an average chick with average brain cells and an average life. I have no agenda for world domination or achieving nirvana or discovering the cure for terminal stupidity. Most days I just want to get through the day without breaking anything or being broken. I've been married to the same guy for 18 years. My kids are clean and sober. I've almost always been employed. I pay my bills. I don't have cable or GPS or a spa membership. I believe ... http://coyotedreams.multiply.com/journal/item/524/My_TRUTH...can_ya_handle_it_ Mon, 30 Jun 2008 21:08:50 -0000 Random Saturday - Cat's in the Kettle   Karen started it....Buffi made me do it. All that talk yesterday of felines reminded me of this gem from several years back. Enjoy. http://coyotedreams.multiply.com/journal/item/523/Random_Saturday_-_Cats_in_the_Kettle Sat, 28 Jun 2008 15:31:49 -0000 Having you over for tea.... <img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.coyotedreams.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SGTozgoKCCQAAE@-EmQ1/Not_My_Cup_by_CatharsisJB.jpg?et=kBtn%2ChIPf4TTtNyeS8VzVw&nmid=0" border="0">Ah yes, its finally Friday and the weekend beckons like sweet smokey bacon sizzling on the griddle. MMMMM....Where was I? OH YES. I'm hopeful as the spreadsheets I labored over this week are happily scattered all over the conference room table that perhaps I am freed from excel hell today - my head has not yet begun its pounding cadence and I've been in the office already for an hour and a half - perhaps today will be a good day. A twinkling opportunity sparkles on my horizon - shhh can't divulge it yet...perhaps perhaps perhaps....and the only monster bearing down on me -teeth exposed - cavernous jaws agape - is a DOL audit...perhaps the day will be disaster free...ya think? So this morning I came to cyberville to check my 'group' pages and was so blessed - I no longer have eyeliner on my lower lid....yes, Tam's a crybaby. For those of you who are even semi conscious when reading my inane blogging - you may know (although I've tried to keep it quiet...YEAH RIGHT) Tam's a bit of... http://coyotedreams.multiply.com/journal/item/522/Having_you_over_for_tea.... Fri, 27 Jun 2008 13:32:35 -0000 SP II option - Eating Poetry <img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.coyotedreams.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SGOrMgoKCCQAADOUPqE1/5586ec667e7cd96d.jpg?et=vUj%2CBP%2BdKA3nOG0AjTrX1Q&nmid=0" border="0"> Eating Poetry The missing grain of sand Saline manifestation in my eyes An absolution of temporal dreams The heart of pearled treasure for you Fetid obstruction in an oyster like me Hold your breath and crack me open Debacle on the half shell Consume me whole Still you hunger for more These castaway dreams Crest on pleasured seas I abstain from riding the wave Licentious churning toward the shore The foaming wasted lap my ankles Stolid salted earth am I This dearth of passion  Fervent birth of deeper meaning Too strenuous for my limpid mind Heavenly sounds This ground bound child Deafened by the strident cries Of whispers and lies The clarion gone In the wake of troubled seas Swirling connotations and inuendos Languish warm and wet on shifting sand Fleshy emulations of inspiration Bleed out on the beach The weight of wicked words the crush The convulsing rush of life that ebbs The linchpin thins Blistered skin slips from brittle bones You die alone Soul shipwrecked This missing grain of sea spray sand Dis... http://coyotedreams.multiply.com/journal/item/521/SP_II_option_-_Eating_Poetry Thu, 26 Jun 2008 14:55:20 -0000 Circling the wagons For those of you with slow connections or short attention spans *SPOILER ALERT* the water buffalo come back with a vengeance for the calf.... I was reminded of this last night - for whatever reason - I am in the middle of lions lately - and last night there was a call out....I missed it completely. I was excluded...I'm still trying to figure it out...But I will say this - and I'm not trying to be 'cryptic' - sometimes you just miss opportunities and I missed one last night. Here's the deal - there are people in YOUR life that are being attacked by the lions of this world right now. I'm not getting super spiritual - there are friends - some of them only a click away, some only a TOUCH away that desperately need YOU to circle the wagons and break the jaws of the lions for a damn change. Start with your family. God help us - sometimes our families are the worst source of friendly fire....then look at your friends - your online contacts. Some of us are going through HELL. We desperately... http://coyotedreams.multiply.com/journal/item/520/Circling_the_wagons Wed, 25 Jun 2008 13:19:13 -0000 Bethany Unplugged - Selling dreams by the pound <a href="http://coyotedreams.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SGEWNAoKCCQAADKTV-g1"><img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.coyotedreams.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SGEWNAoKCCQAADKTV-g1/bethanyscrossing.png?et=1AyhuTbjV3dNhEBYuiwp9w&nmid=0" border="0"></a>So I've sweat and labored intermittently for the past four years to bring a half cooked dream of a piece of chicken thigh to completion as a published book - a fictional account of the amalgamated little girl I may have been, little girls I used to know, and daughter I will never bear. I've learned to place commas carefully. I've learned to study theology and culture. I've learned to spell 'curandera.' I've garnered a small readership and I own a beautiful website. (<a href="http://www.tlboehm.com">www.tlboehm.com</a>) And now I am poised on the cusp of an albeit lowered expectation of the dream - but fruition nonetheless. I've adjusted my belt, pulled the freebie posts, and let go of a week's salary in the hope that Bethany will sprout wings rather than falling flat on her fictional face. It is a risk when fledgling children make the move from nest to altitude... So many questions circle my frazzled dendrites this morning. Will my friends - all three of them who have promised to purchase - click the heady ... http://coyotedreams.multiply.com/journal/item/519/Bethany_Unplugged_-_Selling_dreams_by_the_pound_ Tue, 24 Jun 2008 15:58:12 -0000 Where did my weekend go? <img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.coyotedreams.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SF-CcgoKCCQAADkFFz01/george-carlin-10949.jpg?et=UgG6RFxaRweqN3moq4%2BBvg&nmid=0" border="0">First, its common knowledge by now that George Carlin has passed away. He will be deeply missed by so many of us. Sad news this morning, indeed. I know I will miss him. Such a busy weekend - we picked up the Bigspawn from youth harmony camp in Socorro on Saturday - after an amazing concert of course. My hub then decided to take a side trip - five miles back on a graded road so the small spawn could do some fossil hunting. If you are familiar with the High Desert - those rolling hills and vistas - while starkly beautiful to view from the air conditioned sanctuary of your four wheel drive - they are a whole nother color puppy to hike through. The instructions said, follow a wash for about a 100 yards and the fossils will be in the cap rock on the right - at the top of the hill. Uh huh. I'm still hurtin' today and I didn't even make it to the top of the hill but the small spawn found some great fossils including a perfect jelly fish no bigger than the eraser on a #2 pencil. Very cool. We... http://coyotedreams.multiply.com/journal/item/518/Where_did_my_weekend_go_ Mon, 23 Jun 2008 15:47:34 -0000 Random Saturday <a href="http://coyotedreams.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SF0WRQoKCCQAAHAkq@g1"><img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.coyotedreams.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SF0WRQoKCCQAAHAkq@g1/P8041946.JPG?et=XWp%2CHjsCHjnzQfcvT35Iqg&nmid=0" border="0"></a> Don't tell the fam I posted this one, they'd freak....(giggles) from left to right - Fred, me, Rico, the HOH and his sister. Taken last year in MI - just to show you I'm a real girl. I don't photograph well - partially because of the layer of seal fat upon my person, partly because I have face for radio and partly because my teeth are snaggly. But here we are. So I'm sitting here after the fiasco this morning on Multiply. Upgrade central. It happens. Usually on Saturday morning when I have time - and most of you are snoring....sigh. The HOH is bathrobe clad - studying. Small Spawn is snoring. Big spawn is still at YHC - we pick him up this afternoon - a nice hot drive south for about 90 miles. WOOOO, I went to the doc yesterday - who thinks I may have a small hiatal hernia - and possibly I am perimenopausal. Both issues can be dealt with. I just need to address them - in prayer and logic. As for stress, I gotta work on that too. Don't we all. The big news according to Tamster today ... http://coyotedreams.multiply.com/journal/item/517/Random_Saturday_ Sat, 21 Jun 2008 15:11:54 -0000 Poetry is...and SP II Sugasized spin <img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.coyotedreams.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SFunagoKCCQAAGmcedg1/A_White_Cup_by_jakethesnake999.jpg?et=lG7oa4%2BpniE5GygcVLwyvw&nmid=0" border="0"> Poetry is man’s rebellion against being what he is. -- JAMES BRANCH CABELL Imaginary gardens with real toads in them. --MARIANNE MOORE Poetry is boned with ideas, nerved and blooded with emotions, all held together by the delicate, tough skin of words. -- PAUL ENGLE The above three kinda do it for me this morning Perhaps I am nothing more than a spider in your teacup Circling the edge of your pristine thoughts Your porcelain skin sensibilities Freckled with hesitation Is it fear, revulsion or that curious fascination The whispered intimicies of your own mortality Look but don't touch as you shake me off The blasphemy of angels Hovers in my soul Dipping butterfly wings in acid Set the web They never fly I am empty skies and ashes The cracked bones yeild no marrow For my succor Always hungry and the pot is cold So we all have a pure light But the days are evil and time trickles Like phantom rain on the western wind Droplets of poetry On parched pallets won't soothe you Arms uplifted I pray the deluge ... http://coyotedreams.multiply.com/journal/item/514/Poetry_is...and_SP_II_Sugasized_spin Fri, 20 Jun 2008 12:50:25 -0000 Silly blog topic 101 <img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.coyotedreams.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SFrTNAoKCCQAAHi6xvw1/28cc.jpg?et=I6t680Y6kmqFbFA2GExDMQ&nmid=0" border="0">It's late in the day and the brain is pretty much on rewind. I've been at my desk making happy little spreadsheets in excel. (a POX on spreadsheets) I know there are worse things, but when I'd rather be cavorting through the jungle with a couple of futurepeople (the protagonists in my book) formatting numbers and lines is dry...so dry. But, its what I do. It occured to me - almost three years into this thing called blogging - the other day while reading the gift of a poem that even in cyberspace I am resistant to change. When given the perfect vehicle to reinvent myself repeatedly - I quickly settled on a theme, an image, a personality if you will. Some of you change your avatars and backgrounds as often as you change your clothing. Others - you are still wearing that same thing....jus' like me. I'm really not a cat person so on the surface I suppose its counter intuitive that I would have a lion theme on anything - but if you know me - there's a reason - obscure - unimportant, but a... http://coyotedreams.multiply.com/journal/item/513/Silly_blog_topic_101 Thu, 19 Jun 2008 22:02:54 -0000 Consider the Possibilities..... <img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.coyotedreams.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SFl4HgoKCCQAACuihKY1/Who_Cares_by_ForeverWalking.jpg?et=FJvVX7AHer6cHG2GJ%2CJTtA&nmid=0" border="0">So I took the day off to take my dear bigspawn to catch a bus to Socorro. Originally I planned to actually drive him but he decided he'd rather motor pool with the choir posse. I suppose I could have brought him to work and shuttled him over in a panic on my lunch hour - but I earn three weeks with pay a year....should I feel guilt? No. So I have consumed a meal by actually chewing it today. I haven't had anyone interrupt me in mid thought - I haven't heard my given name and I haven't had to rest my eyes on anything remotely resembling a number. Unfortunately - I have had to deal with that uncomfortable feeling of my heart in my mouth - and pain in my chest. I have an appointment Friday - not sure how I will be able to wing it as my copeep is on vacation - but I'm going. I must. Logic says if it were a heart attack, I wouldn't be blogging now - but I am also left handed, and a writer. If something is amiss - I need to get it figured out. The pain isn't just in my chest. Its in my ... http://coyotedreams.multiply.com/journal/item/512/Consider_the_Possibilities..... Wed, 18 Jun 2008 21:19:44 -0000 Got a Light? <img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.coyotedreams.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SFeriAoKCCQAADq9Aqg1/Light_One_Small_Candle_by_MeSHa3eL.jpg?et=H3WTlod4jZj67%2BeCiXlJTg&nmid=0" border="0">Sometimes I wonder just where mine is. I'm either missing the candle, can't operate the lighter - or my battery is dead. Depends on the circumstances and the day. But some of you - you have some serious WATTAGE. You're like the spotlights at the casino grand opening - and I can't even focus around you. But I'm like a June bug, I'm attracted to that light. Even though I'm sticky and ugly up close - even a nuisance, like that June bug - I'm really harmless. (don't PM me and tell me about your cousin who was bitten by a rogue June bug and died.) It is on my heart to say this this morning and to name drop - so the rest of you don't have to go "huh" - you know I love writers. I love talent in any form. And sometimes, (though not all the time)  those obsessive tendencies kick in and I get obnoxious. Terry and Buffi, if you read this - can vouch for that. There's a reason why my best girls don't live in the same time zone. Those two together would plot to rip me limb from limb....really... http://coyotedreams.multiply.com/journal/item/510/Got_a_Light_ Tue, 17 Jun 2008 12:38:03 -0000 My pet neurosis <a href="http://coyotedreams.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SFZWrwoKCCQAACXSKpA1"><img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.coyotedreams.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SFZWrwoKCCQAACXSKpA1/Anxiety_by_aegina.jpg?et=crYcXmUOt36t2eZGs%2CgCVA&nmid=0" border="0"></a> This will come as no surprise to some of you. The Tamster has OCD. While my neurosis is highly selective - glomming on to the oddest of issues - it is nonetheless primary and inescapable to my functionality. The hide chapping part of it is that while I am enough of an opportunist to try to use a deficiency to my advantage, the OCD doesn't comply. My closet is a disaster. Large parts of my body only get minimal attention. Soap, water and sunblock. In the past, it caused me to become a rockband Nazi. "I don't care that you wrecked your car. We're late for BAND practice..." It manifested in the little things. A forty page letter to a friend. Eight poems in an afternoon. A love for intricate magic marker posters....it was managable. But now...now it acts as a microscope - turning even the miniscule to epic proportions. A random health issue, say a third eye sprouting in the center of my forehead - "OMG a third eye, what shall I do, is it contagious, will it spread, am I gonna die of thir... http://coyotedreams.multiply.com/journal/item/509/My_pet_neurosis Mon, 16 Jun 2008 12:22:37 -0000 Sans Sou챌i's CEREBRAL JUKEBOX - CORPORATE THEFT - THE ORPHAN WORKS BILL Sobering information regarding an active bill that impedes the rights of poets, artist, photographers, writers....snope filtered. This one's real http://coyotedreams.multiply.com/links/item/4 Thu, 29 May 2008 18:14:53 -0000 -==Forever Nocturne E-Zine==- Bi Annual magazine featuring the best in "modern/gothic" writing - currently accepting submissions for October 2008 - TL Boehm, http://coyotedreams.multiply.com/links/item/3/-Forever_Nocturne_E-Zine- Thu, 17 Apr 2008 14:01:24 -0000 Welcome | T. L. Boehm.com My brand new Writers' site, I hope you will visit there http://coyotedreams.multiply.com/links/item/2/Welcome_T._L._Boehm.com Fri, 21 Mar 2008 20:27:13 -0000 WritersCafe.org | The Online Community For Writers http://coyotedreams.multiply.com/links/item/1/WritersCafe.org_The_Online_Community_For_Writers Wed, 14 Nov 2007 22:56:32 -0000 ABNA semifinals announced Amazon's Breakout Novel Award http://coyotedreams.multiply.com/calendar/item/10001/ABNA_semifinals_announced_ Wed, 14 Nov 2007 22:55:40 -0000