Category Archives: The Wild Child: Lisa and Vincent (1962~1971)

We seek not rest but transformation. We are dancing through each other as doorways. ~Marge Piercy * Father finds it has come to haunt him over the years. The look that had been on her young face; or rather the … Continue reading →

But she could not forget the charming prince, “he on whom my wishes depend, and in whose hands I should like to place the happiness of my life. I will venture all for him.” The little mermaid’s heart beat with … Continue reading →

The Quality of Mercy { excerpt from work in progress } As it turned out Arthur, to everyone’s great relief, had not in fact attempted to eat the baby rabbit with which he’d surprised Mouse just at bedtime late this … Continue reading →

The Thing I Came For April 14, 1987 2:30 a.m.   The moment had come with shocking swiftness, when the last of the morphine was gone and the awful sound began to unfurl from deep in the woman’s body as … Continue reading →

A Muse of Fire [It] was both a plunge into carnal oblivion, and a flight from memory and grief. More than that, I now see it was a frantic attempt to beat back death. ~W. Styron, Sophie’s Choice * O … Continue reading →