I am afraid to own a Body

A SPIDER sewed at night — Emily Dickinson

There is nothing new in photography. Everything has been done before, and usually in a…

I am Eve — Alias Mrs. Adam — Emily Dickinson

At age sixteen, Emily Dickinson wrote a letter to her friend Abiah Root, which…

I TOOK my power in my hand — Emily Dickinson

My blog has an awesome internal search engine. When I decided to use this…

For hold them, blue to blue

THE BRAIN is wider than the sky,

Her Grace is (not) all she has

In Spanish we thank by saying gracias. That the word also means grace and grace is defined by my Real…

The Color of the Grave is Green

The Color of the Grave is Green —

A sepal, petal, and a thorn

A sepal, petal, and a thorn
 Upon a common summer’s morn — 
 A flask of Dew — A Bee or two — 
 A Breeze — a…

Linda Melsted — The Music in the Violin does not emerge alone

Its temple stands, alway,

In one of my first gallery shows in Vancouver I shared the space (the Threshold Gallery, now long gone) with two…