“Perhaps, as we say in America, I wanted to find myself. This is an interesting phrase, not current as far as I know in the language of any other people, which certainly does not mean what it says but betrays a nagging suspicion that something has been misplaced.” –James Baldwin, Giovanni’s Room Continue reading “Heart of America, No Heart of Mine”
A Short Story
Inspired by the goddess of springtime. Dedicated to the women whose art so continuously inspires me to reach beyond myself. Continue reading “Seasons of Persephone”
Inspired by the Photography of Alex Stoddard Continue reading “Follow Me Softly, Into the Earth”
or { My Own Private Orlando }
“We know what we are, but know not what we may be.”
—Ophelia, Hamlet Act IV.5 Continue reading “Song of Ophelia”
a literary labyrinth 