I’ve always felt so close to Vito, ever since I was a teen. He always reminded me of Mr. B.
Kiki Smith, The bronze sculpture “Tied to Her Nature” (2002).
I just came home from Seoul, which is a city that has me reeling from newness.
I am learning how to pick back up my words and place them down again gracefully.
I find the most joy in the children, the babies and the dogs.
Holy, holy, holy
I will be in Vancouver starting March, at the Historic Joy Kogawa House.
I am very grateful to have the opportunity to have a residency and sit still somewhere new and tip, tip, tap…
I am leading a Masterclass on experimental memoir on March 15 and a workshop on April 1st on on writing for survival and writing on sexual abuse. I also need readers for a final reading, so please help me out.
She tells her love while half asleep,
In the dark hours,
With half-words whispered low:
As Earth stirs in her winter sleep
And put out grass and flowers
Despite the snow,
Despite the falling snow.
– ROBERT GRAVES