Ether Obscura

Ether Obscura… I’m moving towards the sun, but we won’t meet for half a mile. For now, I travel through an inverted cloud. Its company is quiet and comforting. As I turn to look out over the forest of spruce and fir, the cloud embraces me with arms of mist. Its watery breath draws near,… Continue reading Ether Obscura

This Alien Earth

This Alien Earth… I stumbled upon an alpine peak that resembled the surface of another planet. I breathed in a deep lungful of frigid air to make sure that I was still on Earth. I exhaled frozen vapor. I was home. The hike to Mt. Colden began below the clouds, and eventually I emerged above… Continue reading This Alien Earth

Dating My Wardrobe: Space Poetics of Innisfree

I have to admit, I am a space snob. I break-out into a cold sweat if I so much as glance at spotty window panes, with dusty Red Rose tea figurines lining the windowsills (watching me with glazed eyes!), or a muted room with popcorn ceilings, and diabolical fluorescent lights clinging to its pocked surface,… Continue reading Dating My Wardrobe: Space Poetics of Innisfree

Dating My Wardrobe: Kaaterskill Falls

Well, if you have been reading my posts thus far, you’ll detect a sickening smidgeon of sadness to my narrative. Apparently, it takes about a year for my brain to process and come to terms with the fact that ANYONE would ever want to dump moi! How could they?! Fast forward to one year later,… Continue reading Dating My Wardrobe: Kaaterskill Falls

My Muses: Erato and Anais Nin

Erato. The muse of love poetry. If I were to assign a mortal woman to Erato’s position, I can’t think of any gal more suited to inspire romance than Anais Nin—writer of erotica, memoirist of passion. Born in France to Cuban parents in 1903, Anais began her life amid the peaceful haze of the Belle… Continue reading My Muses: Erato and Anais Nin