Wild Woman

I am not fit for sunlight I was made for clouds and madeleines and the kind of sweet nostalgia that sings It was never truth I wanted, but beauty the sum of her stems and curves the ecstasy of her lines, her heaves, and her sighs bare bones the turning of a season that bears [...]

The Responsibility Experiment

I anticipated that, when I began more consciously and methodically applying an existential vision of responsibility (as described by psychologist, Rollo May, in Man's Search for Himself) to my own life I would experience an overall increase in positive feelings toward situations that had been trying me, toward which I was developing a sluggish--even neglectful [...]


It’s not every morning I wake up wet. You wouldn’t imagine it is, either. You wouldn’t picture me lying there alone, swathed in cotton sheets, skin taut, imprinted by your tongue. Wrists raw from the bindings of your hands. You’d picture me there with you. Commanding me from the inside. A moan with each shudder [...]

Self-Fashioning: The Impression

I envision the feminine experience and its many, delightfully (and often humorously) nuanced facets as being comprised of layers. Feeling pretty or wanting to be wanted, for example, are surface impressions, I believe, of much deeper phenomena. Indeed, the more I consider the experience of my own femininity as just that--as a series of impressions, [...]