threads of the spiderwoman

Since I seem to be on a roll these days with the sheer delight of making (and finishing books that have been long in the process), I've ...

The deep parts of my life pour onward, as if the river shores were opening out. It seems as if things are more like me now th...

It's been a strange few weeks, since I moved to Truth or Consequences, New Mexico. I will be in and out of Tucson, but I've rented ...

PERSEPHONE'S FEAST DAY I offer now bread, red fruit, red win...

"Skin Shedder" 1986 Where do the dead go? ...

On a prosaic note ( especially in light of current economic news ) I would like to introduce my new low-energy (at least, when standing ), r...

In the liminal landscape of the traveller who can, at moments, be a pilgrim, there is a thin line between synchronicity and dream. I'm i...