Saturday, March 3, 2018


February 23, 2018

Cantaria voted to change its name to The Asheville Gay Men’s Chorus. Goodbye to all that.

Edna’s Café is closed.

The Lenten roses are abloom, just as they ought to be. The calls of towhees in the garden punctuate the shimmer of the wind chime. If the glance is focused enough, this hour is paradise.

Carlos decided that we must hang my show tomorrow. It’s nowhere near ready. Still, the mark of my recovery is that I marched up and down those terrible stars bearing paintings and did not get breathless.

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