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”
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”
Because the world I live in is not the world I dream of. Continue reading “Fragments of Fiction, Craft My Exquisite Corpse”
And winter wonderland is full of holy terrors. Continue reading “Christmas Is a Time for Ghosts”
Inspired by the Photography of Alex Stoddard Continue reading “Follow Me Softly, Into the Earth”
or { My Own Private Orlando }
Floating fragments of winter-spring dreams, guardians of prophecies, frenetic notebook entries—my own cabinet de curiosités, made of paper and ink—strung together to achieve some sphere of meaning. Continue reading “A Midwinter Night’s Dream”
Another Stream Storm of Consciousness Continue reading “I Cast a Tempest for You, my Love. Did You Feel It?”
“He was angry…with the change of fortune which was reshaping the world about him into a vision of squalor and insincerity. Yet his anger lent nothing to the vision. He chronicled with patience what he saw, detaching himself from it and tasting its mortifying flavor in secret.”
–James Joyce, A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man Continue reading “where does the wonder go?”
Pertaining to The Secret History and the Death of Disney Continue reading “Morbid Longings, Killing My Darlings”