24 October 2023
Ruth Fainlight. I’ve just recently discovered the incredible poetry of hers, in particular about the Sibyls. Squatting At The Womb’s Mouth struck like lightening.
Ruth Fainlight. I’ve just recently discovered the incredible poetry of hers, in particular about the Sibyls. Squatting At The Womb’s Mouth struck like lightening.
April 27, 2023. That was the last time I finished a writing project. June 14, 2023. Finally, Halcyon makes its way to the finish line. The last six weeks have challenged me in so many ways when it comes to my writing. The tough questions about writing for myself or others surfaced and capsized my…
Flâneuse is a word I’ve always loved. It has such a different connotation that its Baudelairean counterpart Flâneur. I’m pretty sure that the French poet hadn’t intended the whole flâneur thing to be a feminine pastime. Baudelaire’s The Painter of Modern Life relays the nature of wandering without intent—for men. However, the Flâneuse is not…
I love poems about light. It is one of those remarkable, ever-changing elements that produces some of the most magical and emotional experiences. In the last few years, walking has become my form of divination. It is the place where I do my best creating, listening to trees and the ground. Watching for the hawks…