“Because of the widespread belief that there was something not quite correct with wayfaring women, the act of walking became a recognized form of defiance.” — Deborah Lutz, The Brontë Cabinet Continue reading Creative Corner: Weird Sisters and Walking Sticks
All present and accounted for Yet 100 miles away We observe and watch Our little tiles open The windows to our life Unveiled I’ll let you see me briefly In my sanctuary Here we share space And are divided by space So the distant sound of your laugh Can be echoed across the world This is no film Or entry into a made up life … Continue reading Creative Corner: Our Little Tiles
My mind is a house partway through renovation, laid on ancient foundations on an island beneath the sea. I live in the basement, its walls of steal streaked with the iridescent graffiti of imagination, the floor littered with opinions cast aside. My room is my solace — but also my prison; outside the ocean currents rip and claw. Piled high in crooked towers are books … Continue reading A Room
It was probably well acquainted with the floor. Continue reading Cigarettes, Sound and Vision.