After 13 days of repetitive prompts, finally another Emerson Project post I can wholeheartedly endorse: Who have you always wanted to connect with and how will you make it happen? Tim Burton. No hesitation.
After 13 days of repetitive prompts, finally another Emerson Project post I can wholeheartedly endorse: Who have you always wanted to connect with and how will you make it happen? Tim Burton. No hesitation.
With only fifteen minutes to live, this is the story that I had to tell. Day 1 of the #Trust30 Ralph Waldo Emerson “Self-Reliance” Project.
A Zuzu’s Petals exclusive interview: A long chat with three filmmakers who are in the process of crowdfunding two horror films and a documentary.
Amidst these crazy days in the life of the world, it takes courage to be born. Chapter 10 of “The Secret Life of Stone”.
“Lisey’s Story” was my second read and review in the Stephen King Challenge, easily one of the best books I have ever read and probably the most amazing one I will read all year.
An eerie new lens on Kostel Jana, Prague. Chapter 4 of The Secret Life of Stone.
Something monstrous lurks in Prague’s Vltava River, and it isn’t toxic sludge from Hungary. Chapter 3 in The Secret Life of Stone.
My first ever piece of flash fiction is published in Glossolalia Magazine! Yeah!
This guy is up to no good. No good at all. Chapter 2 of The Secret Life of Stone.
The looming memorial of the September 11, 2001 tragedy has me thinking about things left behind.
What do the expat+HAREM, Dialogue 2010 and Lady Gaga have in common?
Exploring the various facets of women’s literature and where my first novel, AMERICAN MONSTERS, fits into the debate.
Reflections on the magical and terrifying film “Where The Wild Things Are”.
The first in a series of reflections on the incredible Dialogue 2010, curated by Rose Deniz and on the topic of hybrid identities and location.
I took this snap while taking a bath today, and then edited it with Picnik. Every time I take a soak looking at my feet reminds me of Frida Kahlo’s painting What the Water Gave Me, and more so these days now that my big toe is sort of scarred like hers. I couldn’t make…
I read my first Stephen King novel when I was 12 years old. The book was Carrie and the year was that of the Gulf War I, 1992. Thus began a love affair with King’s books that has continued to shape my life until today. This year I turned 30 and I’m even more in…
Written on a postcard of your fuzzy dots and lights logo as it comes into clarity: You never failto evoke, provokeand change the wayI see worlds. Where a stamp that looks like a film reel could go:Tucson, ArizonaJune 7, 2009Watching the brilliant Hamlet 2 and being crazy impressed that a film actually has managed to…
The Season 6 finale of “LOST” featured a gargantuan statue of the Egyptian crocodile-headed god Sobek. Being fascinated not only with “LOST” but also Egyptian mythology (I even took a how-to-read-hieroglyphics course a few years back) I figured it must mean something. *Builds a mountain out of mashed potatoes* Sobek was worshipped in ancient Egyptian…
Written on a postcard of a plastic-sheeted room with a surgery table in the middle: Oh.Yes.God is with you. Where a stamp could go but it won’t stick to the saran wrap:MiamiJan 23, 2006You are my hero.
Written on a postcard of The Island, shifting between the now and then: Your brilliancetranscendsspace & time. Where a stamp could go but there is a Hatch instead:Somewhere in the PacificJanuary 22, 2009Thinking it’s amazing to know I’m not the only one who has dreams that are memories.
Written on a postcard embossed with the cover of the Twilight series’ finale, Breaking Dawn: Did someonedrop youon your headas a baby? Where the stamp could go that if needed I would affix with a smear of vomit:PragueJanuary 23, 2009Is what’s wrong with you this simple it becomes pointless to hate you?
Written on a postcard made from the Enchanted DVD box: Iwannabejustlikeyou. Where a stamp could go but your song will deliver it:October 31, 2008Andalasia, across from The Valley of ContentmentYou are so lovely an inspiration.
Written on the buffalo hide Shaman’s rattle that is your voice: This is the slow painful rasp of healing incomplete. Where tobacco smoke will take this: October 24, 2008 Memory Lane I need more of you.
Written on a postcard of your Faery Oracle card Number 38, Laiste the Moon’s Daughter: Your visionsare a bridgeinto a world I alwayswanted to visitand now realiseis all aound me. Where I’ve no need for a stamp because surely a nice faery will deliver it for me:October 23, 2008PragueThere aren’t enough words to thank you…