The World as my Palette
Sometimes inspiration comes on the winding road to Jerusalem. Up, up, past the war-scarred forest the city suddenly appears, a mirage of...
Promised, loyal ...
I promised to stay with you, for better or for worse. Yes, I promised. I remained loyal, despite the fact that it kept getting worse....
The Dead Cat
Unlike the cat, I escaped. I am a free woman now, free to do as I please, without fear. But this was not always so. Following is an...
The Power of Shame
It began soon after we met. And it began with his shame. I had a bright yellow dress with a low neckline. One day, during a fit of...
Why didn't you tell anyone?
One of the questions I'm often asked is "Why didn't you tell anyone?" Even now, years later, I'm wary, careful about what I reveal. He...
Chance Choice
When creating a collage, I pick up a handful of words cut from newspaper headlines, spread them on the table, and look for hidden...
The Writing Life
The writing life is a state, not a state of mind, but a state of being, a way of sifting the world into language. Just as a...
Vie w
My creative process relies a lot on association. Today, as I grabbed a pile of words and lay them out on the table, the word View caught...
Help!
According to Wikipedia, the Rorschach test is “a psychological test in which subjects' perceptions of inkblots are recorded and then...
Taking in a Dream
I woke up early this morning, to the sound of the chickens, the rooster, and traffic on the nearby highway. A dream was still resonating...
