Something happened to me after my last post. Something clicked. I’ve got to chuckle because, after all this time—after having ceased exploring my femininity many months ago and setting my sights on what I considered vastly different horizons—I find myself here. Writing a post titled, “Of the Sacred Feminine.” It’s funny how projects like this [...]
I spent most of yesterday afternoon reflecting on my previous post, in which I proposed to institute a series of small, but valuable, changes in my daily life. To be more in sync with myself, truer to my own inner urgings and desires. I didn’t expect to publish another post on this topic so soon, [...]
This post is formatted to reflect an original journal entry. 1/19/19 A cozily dreary Saturday. Sitting on the floor cushion in my office, where I do all of my writing, listening to Lindsey Buckingham. (Did I mention “I’m So Afraid” was the inspiration for the guitar solo portion of Seven Road? Or that I touched [...]
the speaker in this scene is a woman who lives in a house in the center of the desert with a tilted doorframe and a turntable stuck on repeat (Hall & Oates for days) and adjacent to a wall papered with clocks that have no face, a little wooden bar where she serves all the [...]
This post is formatted to reflect an original journal entry. 1/13/19 I am fully engaged in the process of creating my own myth. The truth smacks me like a glove. I have been wrong. I have spent the day—nay, every free moment in the past three days—reading, breathless, Carl Jung’s The Red Book and Memories, [...]
This post is formatted to reflect an original journal entry. 1/9/19 Spent most of the day working on a poem that hasn’t fully formed yet. Best thing that happened today: I acquired The Legendary Christine Perfect Album (1970) for my vinyl collection. Post-Chicken Shack, pre-Fleetwood Mac Christine McVie. Gritty, bluesy, fun listening. Finished Huxley’s The [...]
the morning is flat and has a face, a two-pronged smile and a trunk full of gold, eyes cutting like electric diamonds through the haze the sunrise is magnetic and has teeth, i awaken sharpened and ready for flight, a horde of feathered blue elephants painting clarities across the sky i rub my eyes and [...]
