“And if the angel says: Do you know life? / Then I must say: Life devours.” —Rainer Maria Rilke
Don’t wake the monster just yet / Let me fly for a moment and trace your horizon lips. Continue reading “Side Wound Summer”
“And if the angel says: Do you know life? / Then I must say: Life devours.” —Rainer Maria Rilke
Don’t wake the monster just yet / Let me fly for a moment and trace your horizon lips. Continue reading “Side Wound Summer”
A brief vignette born of my private and daily existence. Continue reading “The Devils on My Shoulder, the Angels at My Back”
“He said to me, ‘recall me if thou canst; Thyself wast made before I was unmade.’”
—Dante Alighieri, The Divine Comedy: Inferno Continue reading “The Heart is Wrapped in Scarlet Thread”
The awful daring of a moment’s surrender.[1]
O God turn me into a flower.[2] Continue reading “Death and Mythology in New York City”
~ by which it curates its own madness Continue reading “The Mind is a Museum”
“Yes, the waiting is delicious; getting drunk while waiting is delicious (I am, as always in writing, at once the scientist and the rat he disembowels for research).”
–Hervé Guibert Continue reading “A Few New Stitches in the Body”
“Ma maison cachait un secret au fond de son coeur…” Continue reading “The Dream house Revisited”
“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”
“But when you have to turn into a chrysalis…and then after that into a butterfly, I should think you’ll feel it a little queer, won’t you?” Continue reading “On the Queer Nature of Wonderland”