Scath: is still alive and purring, though terribly noncommittal about his plans for January.  He’s thinner than I would prefer; a bit too interested in my sock yarns and their new handmade Virginia Jenkins basket; quite sick of having pills shoved down his throat; and has been well and truly photographed by my Step-Dad: he […]

We’re all Scath all the time here.  Scath rhymes with "goth" by the way, and it’s the Irish for Shadow.  Scathach was a warrior woman who trained CuChulainn, but, well, Scathach is a girl’s name.  Here he is in his little tree, which is in my studio, right behind my sewing machine.  We hang out […]

I kinda got. . . distracted.  (Some of you heard Ani DiFranco in your head just now, didn’t you?  Gosh I hope so.  If not, go listen to Living in Clip.  Trust me. It’s good for you. ) I’ve been eating poetry.  And boy is my plate full.  I am now juggling a fiction-less reading […]

I should respond with my own disclaimer: I should feel bad for wrapping you up in this book, because it is such a giant mememememe my turn ME! treat to trick people into reading it, because I love talking about it so much.  Selfish Lanea.  Poetry Crazy Lanea.  So, sorry in advance, but thank you […]

Okay, big disclaimer here. I realized as I wrote this that there was no way I had the time to write the 20+ pages that I would need to write to really discuss this work.  So basically, this is an effort to dip my toe in the discussion. As we go, I will post more, […]