March 30, 2006
The bowl

March 29, 2006
Disparate subjects

March 27, 2006
A needy, ragged woman

March 22, 2006
God, body, Tony Hoagland, carnival, dissociation and postmodern poetry

March 20, 2006
Emailing Ellie

March 13, 2006
Body Worlds

March 12, 2006
Anna, and Marty's ball

March 11, 2006
the lost innocence of my youth and the beautiful life I've created

March 10, 2006
Another scary bout of journaling to find the truth

March 9, 2006
Excerpts from an email correspondence with Ellie Epp

March 7, 2006
iron and wine

March 5, 2006
finding chakras

March 3, 2006
Muses

March 1, 2006
Mansfield, PA - Nurturing and feeling

 

 

 

March 7, 2006
iron and wine

I've been listening to nothing but Iron and Wine's Woman King for weeks:

Freedom Hangs Like Heaven
"...bound up tight like lips around a whimper, your fingers over my face, blind eyed Samson driven to the temple, night birds digging until dawn."

In My Lady's House
"...the shape that her body makes, love is a fragile word, in the air on the length we lay..."

Sinuous, sexy voodoo music... God. I play it over and over again.