Friday, August 4, 2006


The much needed thunderstorm taking place outside of my office window makes for incredible writing whitenoise. Considering myself the outdoorsy type, grumbling and rumbling from the clouds feels as comforting to my psyche as a full body massage to Mimi Rogers.

As a young girl, eye was intimidated by the storm. My grandmother would always tell us that God was working and that we must be reverent and submissive. We would turn off the television, ignore the phone, and sit down quietly with a book, often the Bible. Looking back, it was probably the "Power of God" that made me fear the crackling of nature. Interpreted without wisdom, the good book rivals the legend of the Bell Witch in terms of "scary-spooky".

Something To Cop: Abridged From the Book, Something To Cope will be hitting the digital scene pretty soon. Artwork design by our bottom boy [def: "from the very bottom of the map shawdy da dirty souf"]. He threw down! (We love you Unka H!)

This will preceed the book. Consider this something to cope, in the meantime.

Thanks so much for the positivity you have been sending my way.

Cover drawing by visual artist, Gibson Johnson III.


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