Today marks the fourth anniversary of this blog, and I wanted to give a warmhearted thank you to the thousands who subscribe, who have commented, and sent me kindness from around the world. Thank you...
Soothed by the golden trembling of evening light from where the drawn window drapes have parted at the hip in a tender breeze, scooping frozen pillows of raspberry ice cream from grandmother’s parfai...
I am a child of summer, I believe freedom has been in my bones from birth, and it’s lovingly woven into my prose you read on my blog. My freedom is a beautiful gift though, something precious that th...
I dont care if they all call me insane, if they lower their eyelids scathingly, scoff and ostracize me. If I sacrifice my soul to preserve my flesh and bones, what will I have left? If I offer up ful...
The air conditioning vent can’t bear to look at me, lazily tosses its tumultuous breeze up to the glum upholstery, until I triumphantly jam a sun-bleached gas station receipt and packet promising the...
I break my fingers on the bones of words, bejeweled in the silk dressings of spring air, fragrant and purged of winter. The voluptuous moon has fallen prey to dieting schemes and lost half its weight...
The day the dog died, it snowed a snow that suffered atrociously from vertigo, or acrophobia I suppose, a snow that could not be softly coaxed or charmed or even hypnotized into the dizzying teacup w...
Forgive me for interrupting the expected, but Ive been so busy getting things ready for my odyssey through south-southeast Asia, in spring through the birth of summer (two or three months of travelin...
The night sky dimpled with stars, softens upon the bearded snow’s beauty. Gypsy breezes tempt golden tendrils, tangled at the nape of the neck, to join in the wind’s free spirited circus, galloping ‘...
If you like eating platefuls of spaghetti in the bathtub, and reading poetry whilst brushing your teeth, and hunting for strange things like antique glass eyeballs, and I like these things, you see, ...
The forest is an empress, temptress, russet velvet and svelte as it dresses in the furs of snow and lures the orbs of my eyes to be seduced by its beauty. Wooly fog entombing the land, I emerge from ...
Dreaming in midnight blues, I am constellations drawn in the sand of desolate seas under the swollen bloom of the sun at morning, the microscope of the moon, in the night. I am its specimen, the cran...
The awakening. Bear and claw from slumber, under your cocoon of quilts, tawny and yawning, and into the sheep’s wool of fog. Poppy seeds of light sewn to the breast of daybreak, brambly brush bristle...
Into the fluorescent-lit night, my blood elopes with hospital vials, needles nipping in the crooks of my elbows, sucker punches of bruises, putrid-yellow. Pain’s caged animal gnaws at my skull, thump...
Beneath the belly rumble of fan blades beating the deviled heat and needling flesh in hot beds of wettish coverlets and linens, feverish lips fitted over crescent crowns of teeth. Behold the solstice...
The cold passed in months of impalpable paleness, smoking ghosts of cigarettes, fingered phantoms sandwiched in crannied knuckles, nothingness ... Linchpins in our rose petal lips, bobbins ribboned w...
Of which possess you, encased in chambers of brain matter and bestowed to us, the cut teeth of keys to unbolt the portals of surrogate orbs, cosmos, oceans of mammoth proportions. We are time travele...
I am between worlds, in the rift of lingering memory, in the dog days of childhood, bent trees teeming with fig fruits, villas on stilts, skin crusted with sand, and star spangled skies. Sisters in t...
The way I see it, were all a little bit insane, somewhat strange. Remember childhood and the psychedelic summers, unscripted, crescendos of heat swollen ecstasy, with warm oranges and citrus fruits r...
I was coaxed and soft-soaped into sampling Twitter, for yet, a second go-round. I dont know if Ill keep it, Ill see ... I like it for preserving fragments and tatters of memory, and curious chatter, ...
I am changing hosts for the photographs featured, in order to ensure better photo quality. Unfortunately, editing these posts to update the photo sources, may render a mess in many feeds, as these wi...
Hello friends, there seems to be many, continuing mix-ups with my RSS feed on sites where you can subscribe. Please excuse any entries that appear twice or as new when theyre not, Im unable to edit t...
At six-thirty A.M. - daybreak still premature and the husk of night being stripped like a bed sheet to reveal a slit of flaming sun, a tear in the plum-like hue of sky - the incisives of my slumber d...
We are not so different, you and I. Nestled beneath the faint arc of our rib cage is an instrument that we have christened the "heart", its intricate, intimate humming, stringing the seconds,...
I have dreams now, of desolate roads, and lonesome motels, ingrained on elapsed lands that offer shoddy rooms with cobwebs and lingering shadows, and anonymity to a drifting soul. I think I’ll drive,...
When I was a girl, they told me to be practical, and I was a dreamer. There was no misgiving, the flames of crescent dreams always coming higher, licking at the bedroom windows, kindling in my soul, ...
If you like, you can read my interview with NOWISM magazine here, pages 50-52, and there are hardcopies of the issue available in select bookstores in London, let me know if you happen upon any. In o...
My heart claps against my rib cage in celebration, and I'm brimming over with this blissfulness. The earth is infectious; my lungs ballooning with the laughter that manifests when you are mute with h...
The sun, old friend, has come around again, cleansing the wintered lands, making me feel younger than I am. The season of spring is like a crank with one end punched through my heart, winding, windin...
I've reached back into my roots, and whipped up this little design site, with services to dress up your baby (er, blog) a bit or to do a thorough decor overhaul. Prices are pretty cheap, all I really...
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