Daily Archives: April 26, 2014

.. Are we not made of more than these liquid places – blood and sweat and tears and ink? I am spilling my -self in galleons and gall -ons, longing for something solid on the other side of this dark … Continue reading →

.. Build her a scurry of scent -ed scarves, Tahoe breeze wrapped ’round her limbs, fir and lake and star-spilled sky, far off breath of salt. Shape her a flurry of fragrant days, words braided with baby’s breath and song, … Continue reading →

for Carrie Mae Weems .. . Straw and manure and sweat are why I wrote my first song, why the tide of battle – photos, canvas, the kitchen table, paper, color – stands for the human dance in front of … Continue reading →