a strange and breathless opening

there is a series of strands, seeming random, anything but, that connects all art. a fine web that weaves the word to the note, the note to the color and the form and the movement. when viewed singly, these threads are insubstantial, snapped and easily stranded without context. floating. unanchored. but in stepping back, in […]

the new and swollen parts

there comes a moment in most relationships i’ve had, friend, lover, confidant, acquaintance, when the discussion turns to personality types. we seem in constant need to label ourselves, to find ways to make sense of our predilections by assigning a word to why we do what we do. i’m fascinated by this phenomenon. so, i’m […]

the mess that makes us

i had a conversation recently with a co-worker about the word “normal,” in which i stated “i think that ‘normal’ is the most destructive concept ever visited upon humanity.” strong words, yes. but remember, please, i’m a scot. this is just the way we talk. i was very high and mighty. i expostulated and expounded, […]

the pure and dirty bits

i’m not one for resolutions. i figure that if there’s something that needs doing, you simply suck it up and do it, declarations be damned. and if it needs doing, it mostly likely needs doing now. i’m a girl who likes action. forward movement. what comes next. i don’t wait for the stars to align, […]

the white-eater

too many days since i’ve put down words. too few reasons for this absence. when i wrote first of my father and his passing i thought there, that’s it, i’ve defined the landscape of my grief, and open, now, i can begin to find my way forward. i was so excited, so anxious to give […]