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  • The Cailleach

    The Cailleach

    The Cailleach, the Celtic crone goddess of storms and winter, wears a hood in visual interpretations. I imagine her surrounded, beneath her cloak, by cool and crisp vapor, more like that from an autumn evening than anything frightening. When I was isolating during the pandemic, I was trying to make drawings like I used to. Read more

  • “I’m Here”: A Fictional Halloween Story

    “I’m Here”: A Fictional Halloween Story

    Essence was going to be an angel for Halloween. She had several costumes this year, some for parties that happened on other days preceding. Her mother had hesitated to buy more than one costume, worrying this might be excessive. But she bought more, for her little girl, who was deeply loved. One costume was a Read more

  • Dumb Supper

    Dumb Supper

    The veil is thin, October, and I am surrounded by mist. I can sometimes feel droplets, the atmosphere is cool and blurry. My awareness vacillates, I can be here or somewhere else. Susanna’s death, now years ago, pushed me toward an edge which became my home. Life/death, death/life, this blurry line is home.     My Read more

  • “Kiss the Sky for Me.”

    Remote teaching has reminded me of what I know about trying to communicate with the discarnate. You know others are there, yet you are not with them, and seek validation. It’s not exactly the same but teaching art class from my kitchen makes me dig inside and hope my experience can help and inspire someone. I Read more

  • Palisades, and Screaming

    The Palisades were in front of me, “New Jersey’s Grand Canyon”. Formed 200 million years ago, they were named by native people for rows of trees, Europeans for fence posts. In the fall, the cliffs are blotted with iridescent blobs of foliage in photos. I feel like I have painted them a million times. I Read more

  • Susanna’s Golden Mouse

        At first, I was the only one who had seen the mouse. A flash of golden fawn, confusing. The first time was under the sink by the garbage can, followed by twice in my son’s room, on and around the old, crappy, black futon with built in storage. We have had many a mouse Read more

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