Chalk Skulls & Vodka

The Chiltern Hills in England are made of chalk. Friday night Sean collected armfuls of the rocks from a building site that were bound for the skip. Balls of chalk rolled from Sean’s arms onto the kitchen table like dusty skulls. We took them in hand and wrote each other love notes on the house –…

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…

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…

in search of lost time

I prefer not to be governed by anything that outpaces my pulse. The ticking above my wrist would confuse my blood – which is my true heart?  My life is slow and gentle – somnolent. There is time to look, and feel, and dream. It’s not a luxury, it’s a choice. We choose our taskmasters….

the weight of words

      Sean tied my manuscript with satin ribbon…I have a few manuscripts I need to get out into the world. The one above is my manuscript for Self-Portrait in Blind Tones – a collection of essays and prose. Here’s an excerpt of my lyrical essay ‘Prospecting,’ about finding gold everywhere, despite being in exile,…