Thursday, December 09, 2010



This post is for you.

I began this blog as a way to make a space for my writing and artwork and to wrestle with my demons and the things that interest me.

Then you showed up.

And you stood on the edge of the circle of light thrown off from the bonfire I was dancing around, and you watched. Smiled sometimes, cried others. You wandered off.

Came back.

Brought someone back with you. Maybe you brought a chair and cooler full of beers or a sweet-potato casserole.

And this place became something larger and grander than it started out to be.

It became holy.


So, this post is my dance of thanks to you for coming here, again and again, and adding your particular warmth and oddness to the circle. For sustaining me in my hours of darkness and indolence, sloth, stupidity, anger, desolation, despair.

I am the richer for it and I acknowledge the debt I owe to each one of you.


thank you.




(my god, this post is smarmy sounding. fuck it, though. it's heartfelt and sometimes heartfelt sounds like a hallmark card written by a kitten. I can't help it.)



Blogger Angella Lister said...

this post made me cry. you speak for all of us. you have no idea.

it's not smarmy at all. it can be so hard to just peel back the layers and be naked about what we feel. i love you for it.

and the fireflies. what a gift.

7:22 AM  
Blogger Ms. Moon said...

I am pretty sure that you are NEVER going to sound like a hallmark card written by kittens so don't worry on that account.
Here I am with my beer and oh, I brought a sweet potato pie. Is that okay? It's better than pumpkin, you bet. We won't need plates, just forks, sharing it back and forth until our grins are as a orange as the moon in September, our faces as lit-up as a bucketful of fireflies.

8:11 AM  
Blogger 21k said...

Beautiful fire. though I must admit I had to laugh at the kitten writing the hallmark card.


and I love this girl with her buckets of fireflies.

8:33 AM  
Blogger susan t. landry said...

it's a special piece of artwork, scott. and you have earned your place in the firmament. thank you for your gifts.

8:57 AM  
Blogger T. Clear said...

I just put a six-pack of Bulmer's hard cider in the cooler, and a fresh-from-the-oven baguette on the table. And I think I've got a hunk of Delice de Bourgogne triple-creme somewhere here in my bag....

Let's eat.

(As always, I'm grateful to be a guest around your fire.)

9:07 AM  
Blogger Melinda said...

oooooo... the fireflies!
and YOU.
Thank YOU.

9:55 AM  
Blogger Maggie May said...

words don't come easily right now, but i am so glad to know you.

1:22 PM  
Blogger Mim said...

Dear Tearful:

I read today--in a reliable source--that Winston Churchill wore pink silk underwear, men's specially made for his sensitive skin. So you won't get all haired up about being kitten-like, will you?

Meow from Mim who sometimes hisses

6:37 PM  
Blogger T T Eyes said...

I always come here to your place to be thrilled to the bone with your art and your words!

I thought it was bit rude of me not to let you know I'm here, in the crowd, at the back.

(I've never seen fireflies, is it really possible to gather a bucketful?)

Thanks for sharing yourself around :)

8:00 PM  
Blogger Petit fleur said...

The boy with the fireflies is now among my favorite images. It's really got that something, that "it" factor.

Ok, so all I got is mashed potatoes and salad. That's my standard. Ms Moon can attest.

Hallmark....? Hmmm.... I'm thinking you have way too much personality and attitude and how shall I say, GRIT to ever be Hallmark. :-)


8:28 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

yr the bomb.


3:42 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I've stood near your bonfire for many years...I've even brought some friends to share in the dance.

So, we salute you and offer the other onlookers some of our finger food--wonton-wrapped mozzarella, served with a a spicy dipping sauce and a six pack of Big Divide Hoss beer!

This place IS larger, grander and...holier! You hold a special place in my life.

I thank you.


9:43 AM  
Blogger Vespersparrow said...

This is a special place to come to and be silent, to read and rejoice, to read and wipe tears away that no one will know about. You have a great heart, a great fire, Tearful, and it is a sacred space because you have made, and allowed us to come in barefoot and quiet, so that we could share your world, and become a part of it of you, as tiny as a firefly. I am glad to be a firefly here at the edge of the darkness..

10:14 AM  
Blogger St. deVille said...


3:52 PM  
Blogger michelle said...

So glad to be a new firefly here

7:44 PM  
Blogger tearful dishwasher said...

You guys!

Thanks, each and every one of you.

I am one lucky fucker.



1:37 PM  
Blogger Jaye Ramsey Sutter said...

thank you for making me feel more welcome.

8:30 PM  
Blogger tearful dishwasher said...

any time, jaye.

7:40 AM  
Blogger cobaltika said...



6:45 AM  
Anonymous nursemyra said...

Always a pleasure

12:21 AM  
Blogger deb said...

caught up tonight, Scott.

I am honoured to be going into the New Year with you.

Life is beauty and ugly and holy and hell.

And love.


7:23 PM  

Post a Comment

<< Home