Showing posts with label the urn. Show all posts
Showing posts with label the urn. Show all posts

Saturday, September 12, 2015

the constant danger

 
The constant danger of spiritual death that confronts the creative woman.

Merely to speak out, to describe the daily ways of your life, is political.

Thursday, April 23, 2015

emotional

Tell me some stories he said.
blue eyes so hungry

so I start with one about Ned and the wood pile

I can't hear you
he says

Tuesday, April 21, 2015

journal series

 
 
What is it to be human?

I want my body of work to ask that question

and answer it.