threads of the spiderwoman

The world is not with us enough O taste and see grief, mercy, language, tangerine, weather, to breathe them, bite, savor, chew...

I noticed that my garden seems to be filling up with garden Goddesses, most recently, an ambitious Quon Yin, which my roomate Queeny ki...

  "Come away, O human child! To the waters and the wild With a faery hand in hand, For the world's more full of weeping  than ...