The Sister from Below
When the Muse gets Her Way

A Letter to my Grandmother Emma Hoffman as a young woman I wish I could see those fabled houses from before I was born the home o...

I saw “The Pianist of Willesden Lane” recently at the Berkeley Repertory Theatre. This one woman performance piece is a variation on the Je...

The Muse of Musicology My father, the musicologist Edward E. Lowinsky—a difficult and demanding character in my psyche—has been dead for o...

The Muse of Ekphrasis I see behind the mirror of your eyes, the crush of dangerous shadows, the dead, who look greedily through the empt...

True joy is simple: it comes and exists from itself, and is not to be sought....All you must do is fulfill your task. C.G. Jung ...

Take pains to waken the dead. C.G. Jung in The Red Book Honoring the dead is an ancient and essential practice. Feeding the ancestors i...

Sometimes the muse is terrifying, arrives in a fiery crash -when towers fall, when a whole country awakes to its vulnerability. I remember ...

I was very pleased to see Jane Downs' sensitive review of adagio and lamentation in the August 2011 edition of Poetry Flash and want t...