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This is my brain
The other night, I dreamed a man cut into the top of my head and removed my brain. He was wearing blue scrubs, cute little booties, and a mask—a surgeon, not a sadist. Although one can never be sure. I’d gone to my doctor about neck pain. After several uncomfortable head turns, someone brought…
Finding My Artistic Voice
Last month, I read the book Find Your Artistic Voice by Lisa Congdon. In the first few pages, Congdon clarifies that the title is a bit misleading. It sounds like your voice is something solid—fixed and final—and all you must do is find it. In reality, your voice is always changing. “Your voice is formed…
The Swan Song in G#
Once upon a time, Sam and Serena Swan lazily paddled along the shore of iama island. Snow and ice rimmed the shore like salt on the rim of a margarita glass. Or so Sam had described the scene to Serena. Sam is so romantic, she thought, gazing at his glossy white feathers with her black…
Welcome Imbolg!
February 1 marks the beginning of Imbolg (Imbolc) or Saint Brighid’s (Brigid) Day, and the beginning of spring. No, it doesn’t look much like spring here. But I do enjoy setting my mind to such flights of fancy. By the way, it’s a good thing I looked up “flights of fancy” because I thought…
Routines: a mix of mellow and spice
Over and over, I walk the paths near home, alongside the Mississippi. Follow the river… Isn’t that what lost people are told? As I walk, I wonder how far the water has traveled and where it will go. Does it end up back in the clouds? Will it rain down to the river to travel…