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.
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
...I was art, you said, you wanted me, And I wanted to call you mine. But you chose another lover, And you let the cup run dry.
I set a lovely table, I offered you my finest wine, But you had another appointment, And you let the cup run dry.You could have stayed with me, my dear, And I could have called you mine. But you chose to answer another desire, And you let the cup run dry.You said you wanted me,… Continue reading “I wish there was a treaty we could sign”
Do you ID as Queer/GNC? Are you in Central NJ? Do you write poetry? Stop by and come on in! I'm still working out things like venues, times, dates.
This is an excerpt from a short story I have been barreling along with. It needs a few readers, but I think I'm on to something here. “Michael, I’m pregnant”. He gasped, taking in a little bit of saliva, and started to choke. Calming himself, he stood up and tried to put his hands… Continue reading Work in Progress: Princess
If you're here, you should know what the Katakomben-Heiliger (Catacomb Saints) are. In the 16th and 17th Centuries, European Catholic churches had a tradition of exquisitely decorating skeletons purported to be the earthly relics of saints. The Church being the Church, we have no idea who these bones belong to. So what we have are… Continue reading Work in Progress: Katakomben-Heiliger
Sometimes I talk back to dead poets. What do you want from me? My entire life is talking to people that don't listen, so why not talk to those that can't? In 1900 Walt Whitman published Leaves of Grass, which contained "Give Me The Splendid, Silent Sun". In this poem he entreated, in his effusive… Continue reading Works in Progress: Comrades and Lovers