Owen the Owl

Say hello O, this is virtual reality.
Owen is my surrogate child in my surrogate rain boots

Mortar, Between Bricks & Stones

Language is wine upon the lips. 
Virginia Woolf
Yea, Virginia, you possess the gift of language upon paper, yet did you ever receive the gift of being heard as language stumbled out of your tight mouth? The mouth that inhaled the very oxygen that kept your heart beating, your mind wandering, your ache unbearable? 
I do, indeed, supremely [...]

Bone of My Bone

Chamber Thicket  
As we sat at the feet of the string quartet,
in their living room, on a winter night,
through the hardwood floor spurts and gulps
and tips and shudders came up, and the candle-scent
air was thick-alive with pearwood,
ebony, spruce, poplar, and horse
howled, and cat skreeled, and then,
when the Grösse Fugue was around us, under us,
over us, in [...]

Today, I am

Tomorrow, Tomorrow, I Love Ya

Tomorrow is when The Other Journal will be launching the next quarterly issue, entitled Death and Dying. The delightful Jen Grabarzcyk-ishness and I are the new co-editors of the Creative section. I feel so, so, sophisticated.
I have thankfully rekindled friendships with artist pals in hopes to continue a friendly discourse on the arts, but also [...]

Diminutive Words, with Collosal Meaning

I’m in love.

Je ne sais quoi!

This phrase is my vice for
Weak tumblings
Je ne sais quoi,
Je ne sais quoi
Oo La La
How I love to
Collapse
Onto you
You kiss me like a
True
Betrayer, all tingling and nice
Following with
My
Incensed implosion
of contemptuous
Cries
Kiss me again
I say with thoughts
Of you
Je ne sais quoi…
I love you
Pardon,
I hate you
Pardon again, I am at a school of
Holding
Infamous tension
So,
I will learn from you?
Translation: [...]

Mosquito Love: Acoustically & Operatically Meeting

This lead man from Sleeping At Last sang this pretty, gracious song to me one evening in a small, historic church with surrounding candles, star gazer lilies, and many tears beholding the pain and great pleasure of loving a man (the one who proposed, thereafter) and myself with deep compassion, rest, and vision. I invite [...]

The One Who Knew Too Little

Thine eyes can comprehend only too little, 
For thy heart is spewing, but venom from thy own doing
Sink thy rotten pearls into an empty shroud, 
And taste bitter fantasies of thy latent,
latent,
yet promisingly potent idolatry
The incestuous breeding of it has encroached itself upon thy beauty,
And thy justice,
And thy asserted womanhood
Dangling thy Words over the gnashing perils of [...]