Revisiting some old notes from a presentation on signs, symbols, semiotics I gave in grad school. I don't know if I even had the definition of semiotics correct! But I was as enraptured then as I am now with the idea of making meaning. Frequently I play a mental game with myself: I try to… Continue reading Signs and Symbols
“‘Mother, why do you not stay still when I would embrace you? If we could throw our arms around one another we might find sad comfort in the sharing of our sorrows...” (The Odyssey, book 11, trans. Samuel Butler) We can only meet now in stories, living and dead. We cannot speak, we cannot touch,… Continue reading Destini Incrociati
I was myself and I was another woman. And I was again left alone to pick up the pieces at the end of the world.
How did you do it? How did you leave your love on a page? How did you render the ships, the tall factories, the bent backs, Cracked hands, secret flames, mouths and salted thighs - How did you write the current of the prairie and the muddy labyrinth of the city So that we still… Continue reading Comrades and Lovers v. 3
So I really took a nosedive when I finished grad school. I was researching, working on papers, etc. - loving all of that. But I was broke. I sweated out the rent each month. Student loan repayments damn near killed me. I had always lived on a shoestring, but suddenly my world was sharply, painfully… Continue reading 8 years of working/notworking
https://www.podbean.com/eu/pb-etdzf-d9e25acurrent draft of a poem - still not satisfied - what you do you think?
When I first started spinning, my friend Deb gave me a ton of wool. Over the years, I've worked it almost all the way down into yarn. This is the last bag from that destash. I never really did anything with it. But I have a lot of dye leftover from doing eggs yesterday....and I… Continue reading Adventures in overdyeing