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Fly Catcher’s Children
Arieth glanced each way up the road to check for cars. All clear. Now or never, she told herself. With a deep breath, she inched her way towards the door of the Fly Catcher’s shop, her small frame shivering in her tightly buttoned peacoat, only partly due to the autumn chill. She blew a rogue strand of her curly red hair from her eyes. Why did she forget her hat again? Can’t remember everything. The shop was an unobtrusive place,…
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Wisteria Needs
“I’m sorry.” “It’s OK, Ann, I’ll be fine.” “Are you sure?” “Do I have much of a choice?” “Mom, you can’t think like that…Well anyways, I hear Jim coming downstairs, I need to get the kids ready.” “Taking them to the zoo again?” “No, Annie has ballet. It’s strange…but life somehow still goes on.” “It has to dear.” “Call me if you need anything.” “I will.” Liz held the receiver long after her daughter’s voice clicked off as if she…
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Splintered Glass of Mind
Splintered glass of mindShattered mineMemories like quicksilver slip from my thoughtsPlayfully dancing in pools of wordsIt dares to reflect, my painful gameSo to learn that which bringsA bit of cohesionMemory of meIt melds this mirror of my mindWhat is it that I own that is mineThat which wasThat which isThat which willNone shall beNor shall I recallMost when they think before they areThey smile or cry at the glimmer of pastMine is none to findVague hints of a life Splintered…
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Watermill Grimoire Project
In January of 2010, I was blessed to be selected by an internationally acclaimed group of artists including Robert Wilson for a residency at the Watermill Center. The New York Foundation for the Arts through the East End Arts Council provided me with a grant, which made the residency possible. To date I’ve posted a series of vignettes about the characters. The Watermill Center was also kind enough to create a video and photo gallery of the event which closed…
