In the square they point me out: There she goes, they say, it’s the artichoke lady. They think I got that name because I dress in green and wear my love locks all a-tangle, letting them trail like ivy down my back. Foolish boys. My heart was an oyster, bratingRead More →

I remember the days when the spirit wouldn’t hunger When I crashed with the waves and I spoke like thunder I remember feathers and wings; a part of my soul Then passions consumed me and swallowed me whole I remember my plummet from the heavens to the seas and thatRead More →