limit experience

  • Watching David Lynch’s first film, Eraserhead, in a 1980s vintage West Los Angeles theatre was a paradigm shifter. For a twenty-something from the rural American South, a heightened sense of boundless creativity soaked into me in that threadbare movie house and changed my newly acquired urban trajectory. Lynch’s connection with the fecund space of infinity…

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  • Looking back on 2024, one of my dreams came true; it was a colossal one for me. I’d been incubating a dream that emerged when I was six years old. In my twenties it had come to fruition, then been overtaken by my soul’s desire to become a mother. Over this past summer the vision…

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  • just us

    the further along i get in my own story i realize i am less and less the author.

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  • This year with the ghoulish holiday’s arrival, I spent several hours talking to a male friend about the libidinal shadow side of our lives. He was quizzing me about the complexities of the feminine and I was enthralled to be in the company of masculine loquaciousness at its most transparent. Nearing dusk, I feel a…

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  • A Reprisal of a 1970’s song begs this post’s existential question.

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