• WICASTA LOVELACE

    “Utrum per hebdomadem perveniam”

  • “How I resent these stiff, tortured bones,
    the aching, sweaty weight of flesh.”

  • “I would be free, formless and weightless;
    a whisper on soft summer winds.”

  • “I would be strong, but incorporeal;
    rolling thunder and falling rain…”

  • “Become music, and danced abandon;
    slip these mortal bonds for the skies.”

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So... Why Are We Here?

This web site serves no purpose. It’s been online since 1999. As such, it’s more a habit than anything else. Who actually needs a web site these days except for corporations and professional entertainers? Once upon a time I was an artist. Then a writer. A poet. A musician. They’re all the same to me. Same source. Different outlets. The same madness that came out in different ways.

I once believed I would do great things. This is where I thought I would document them. But the years got by me.

Now I’m nearing 60. I'm just tired. lol

[insert vaguely defiant quote here]

~ Wicasta Lovelace

The Weight of Flesh
“And thus concluded the negotiations.”