I’m not really sure what to say about the year 2016. “At least we didn’t all die in a nuclear blast” is one good thing I could mention, I guess. On a personal level, it was a year of disappointments and setbacks, fears and frustrations, but also the year in which I sat in aContinue reading “Writing round-up, 2016: Six non-horrible things that happened this year”
Used to love him, had to kill him Didn’t drive the stake in deep His pale fist has just cracked the plywood Help. The worm wakes in the tinder, taxes are due on Friday Horses and children need new shoes this season It’s an inconvenient time for dying Though what time isn’t.
Calm the fuck down, bitch Calm the fuck down Get it together or get out of town Oh you crave a crisis Just to feel important You’re jerking off again To a tornado Of shrieking demon heads And other fucked-up shit Bitch, calm the fuck down Jump in a lake Sink to the bottom AndContinue reading “Tornado of Shrieking Demon Heads (The Calm the Fuck Down Song)”
My love could have been a Thomas From Trinity or from St. John’s We could have had our choicest fights By the fire at the Anglesea Arms My love could have been a cliff at Exmouth Or grimalkin’s stone third eye My love could have lain like fog On the sea at Lady Chapel IsleContinue reading “My love could have been a Thomas”
This post of on combining art and motherhood made the rounds this past winter. There were a lot of responses, public and private. Two of the more recent responses made me feel like revisiting the issue: 1. The Divided Heart is a more honest exploration of what it’s like to be a mother and an artist.Continue reading “Why don’t you treat men this way? The false dichotomy of “mother vs. artist””