Windblown Goddess

She’s a whirlwind in a thorn tree… (misquoted from Johnny Cash) This is a loose step-by-step of how I’m creating this papercut. I hope you find it useful! My sister, who I’m making this for, said she’d like a picture of a goddess. I started out with a sketch of a face, trying out a…

Paper Moth Heaven

What would a paper moth’s heaven be? A lightbulb? I think so; good thing Sean is an electrician as well as an editor. He handles fragile bulbs all day and his thoughts follow even brighter incandescences. No wonder I singe my dreams against him every night, getting as close as possible. I’m SO EXCITED about…

Silk Skirt Ripped from the Lining of an Antique Wardrobe 

Dupioni silk – stiff, high sheen – has always been used for royalty and wedding dresses. This gorgeous silk lined my antique wardrobe until this weekend. When I bought it, the silk was ripped and hanging loose, threadbare, begging to be stripped. I had just moved to Oxford and vowed to buy a wardrobe so I…

Homemade Make-Up (Chalk, Vodka & Coconut Oil)

Sean made his own make-up for a photo shoot this weekend. This property has thousands of these clumps of chalk (above) – just perfect for mixing with vodka and coconut oil. I love that Sean is a handyman electrician by day, coming home with dirty gloves, sawdust in his hair, and a sweaty, stained T-shirt….

Home-Grown Love Letter

In my Oxfordshire garden in 2012 I spelled out my name and my lover’s name with dandelion leaf, pods, seeds, sweet pea tendrils, and anemone. The neighbor’s horse on the other side of the wall nuzzled me and searched my pockets for fruit as I arranged my foraged love letter. The horse, the wind, and…

Yours Truly with Tattoos

  Years ago my youngest daughter drew my portrait for me with blazing red hair, a “Sublime” T-shirt, and a realistic rendering of my Celtic tattoo necklace. I love it. It’s hanging from my computer as a reflection of my best self.

Bound by an Infinity Scarf

I just found a beautiful old love letter from my husband Sean that expresses how I feel each time he visits me here in Florence and goes back to England again: “Each time you visit me all of my world tips a touch, tips to your touch, and I need to revise my charts and tap…

Flying pelvises & camera obscuras

The woman on the top of my book cover tumbles into sleep with a twist of the toy’s ribbon and soon she’s dreaming that there’s a demon on her thigh. When the paper coin spins, the woman becomes blurry and merges with an image of a little demon printed on the opposite side of the…

Laughter & Forgetting

I’m pleased to announce that three poems and a lyrical essay of mine are forthcoming from some mighty fine print journals this spring! The poems “Mappa Mundi” and “The Weight of Prayer” have been accepted by the excellent Roanoke Review, which was co-founded by Pulitzer Prize winner Henry Taylor, and one of my most controversial essays…

Rock paper scissors?

I’m very proud to dispel the myth of the rock, paper, scissors game. With my paper-cutting I go through about five to ten blades a day – all worn down and useless as butter knives through the sheer force of paper. So next time I play that game and someone throws two fingers in my…

My love in and out of a painting

While I’ve mostly been spending my time these past few months getting my editing business off the ground and putting in long hours on magazine articles and manuscripts, etc, I’ve found a little time to create mixed media paintings, which I love doing so much. The serendipity and messiness always bring surprises. You can see my…