The Slick Furies.

I’m super tired. Is that the best time to write a blog post? Hopefully this won’t be too rambling. I have surpassed the sixty thousand word mark on the edits/re-write of the vampire novel. I have approximately sixty-six pages of the original text, about twenty thousand words, to finish, knowing […]

Quoting Anais Nin

โ€œWhy one writes is a question I can answer easily, having so often asked it of myself. I believe one writes because one has to create a world in which one can live. I could not live in any of the worlds offered to me โ€” the world of my […]

the heart beats

I’ve been to hell, and it was here on earth. I’ve been to heaven, and it was here on earth. And there is far worse. And there is far better. And that doesn’t mean that there isn’t a Hell,And that doesn’t mean that there isn’t a Heaven. We are all […]

I Could Write All Day

Of the nights I spent in love with you I could write all day though hindsight has seen fit to show me that it was never quite that way so I’ll pretend I’m not in love with you and then there’s nothing left to say. 1/31/95 I’ve been sifting through […]

Strong. Woman.

This statue, this sculpture, this piece of art, is how I feel, today, at forty-seven and a half years old. I don’t recall where I grabbed this picture from so I apologize for not crediting whomever the artist (Penny Hardy) is. In addition to music, I also occasionally use artwork, […]

My Roots.

My roots were deeper than the roots of any other tree My roots were deeper than the roots that anyone could see My roots were deeper than the roots and I waited patiently For him to come and sit with me If only for a spell To bring me stories […]

Quoting Carl Jung

“We are born at a given moment, in a given place, and like vintage years of wine, we have the qualities of the year and the Season, in which we are born.” ~ Carl Jung


I want to push the words together to make some words better than the dirt. I want to hold your hand in quiet, that is, without words between us, and let it out. I realize that I’m looking, searching, for the words, that are what quiet sounds like, because that […]