find the hidden poem

If you can find the hovering poem in my rough drafts, here on my website,  I’ll write a personalized poem just for you. Like Nabokov, you must cast your butterfly net for stray lines and metaphors before they escape their ink-spun cocoons of scribbles and fly away! There are so many fluttering above the thumbnails…. {Update: You…

the seat of dreams

My beloved bed, where I spend most of my time, usually surrounded by journals feeling very much like this Rackham lady (below). Like Nabokov, I’m supremely drawn to being recumbent and to stashing notes beneath my pillow. I’m awoken by the thud of books falling to the floor when I roll over in the night…

Come Slowly, Eden!

I always bring old journals around with me. Yesterday I re-read an entry from 2011: I was in the emergency room with a panic attack, three metal knobs adhered to my chest, the ECG machine translating my heartbeats. The nurse had to check for everything, just in case. One of the tests was to push…

Eucalyptus Wand to Beat Back the Ghosts

Sean gave me a “get well” note of sorts today, to help me through this difficult transition. The note is written on leaves of a Eucalyptus wand, known for its healing properties. It’s hanging above my bed now twirling in the breeze from the garden. I used a silk scarf as a photographic backdrop for…