Wild areas teem with life and death. The urgency and decay are deeply beautiful to me and source of much of my writing. In the wet areas, life bursts forth throughout the year. Mosquitos emerge from the water desperate for a blood meal and mating. New shoots grow from the ground at alarming speeds. And all … Continue reading Writing From Wild Areas – 25 Days Until Halloween
I saw a surf shop mannequin in a wet suit and witch hat this weekend. Someone had drawn eyes on paper and taped them in place. They weren't particularly witchy eyes, but they transformed her blank visage to a face. She was a winsome, sporty witch. It was a short-sleeved, short-legged wetsuit. Because it's still bathing … Continue reading Halloween In Florida – 29 Days Until Halloween
Horse by Victoria Nations Smooth planes of muscle and bone grown over with layers of detritus, lichen and grime caught in the corners spreading until they touch one another crusting the surface beneath which lies smooth planes of muscle and bone and skin shiny with sweat wetting the living things who drink and cover the … Continue reading Horse – A Poem Poised To Run
My Hunger Will Consume All That Is Here And Will Free You by Victoria Nations I will climb and tear and rip it all apart with my teeth, until the way is cleared before me. I will lay waste to the kingdom I’ve invaded. I will eat until I am gorged, until I am satisfied. … Continue reading My Hunger Will Consume All That Is Here And Will Free You – A Poem of Celebration
SPRING by Victoria Nations She stood on her hands and spun so her dress swirled in a wide circle. The sky above her filled with green skirts and grey crinolines, the lace sweeping her legs as they spread and bent to keep steady. Her hands gripped the ground for balance. Her feet wiggled with joy.
Catbriar lies there, seemingly innocuous, but suddenly wraps itself around your ankles and digs its thorns in as you lift your foot. I grew up calling it cypress vine, for how it snakes across the forest floor and climbs up the tree trunks. Bright green tendrils with tiny thorns become woody ropes as it gets older. I smile … Continue reading Cypress Vine and Muck
One of the things I love is to stumble upon a creepy setting unexpectedly. A cleaned bone poking out through a drift of soggy leaves...a leaning house, its stately facade transformed into drooping eyes and a haggard mouth. And this lovely little cherub I saw while visiting St. Augustine, Florida. Spooky stuff always gets the story gremlins … Continue reading Leaves and cobwebs in my hair…come crawl through the garden with me