Why is it that when she searches for images here in cyberspace, images related to concrete things here on earth, the images that come back to her are from space, outer space? Like this one. That image right there is the Cartwheel Galaxy, 150,000 light years away. Cartwheels have been on her mind for a … Continue reading The Cartwheel Galaxy
There are several stop signs in the tiny foothills-of-the-Adirondack-Mountains town (Welcome to the Hamlet of Holland Patent, pop. 300 – don’t you love the word “hamlet”?), but no stop light. Take Route 365 on your way north or south or east or west and you’ll drive right through it. You probably won’t stop unless you … Continue reading Now that the old man is gone, she thinks about him much of the time.
On James Baldwin and Diverse Literature
Putting those recalcitrant toddler cancer cells to bed...
your own PDK for writing
a collection of beautiful words.....
Objects, Memory and Meaning
If it can't be said in a hundred words, then it can't be said in a thousand.
sewing a handmade wardrobe
"drink from the well of your self and begin again" ~charles bukowski
Musings on poetry, language, perception, numbers, food, and anything else that slips through the cracks.
Thoughts on the world around me
the literary asylum
Bipolar is my superpower
