The Sister from Below
When the Muse gets Her Way

High in the night sky your bright boat hung like a smile. I saw your reflection shimmer in the river… from “The Needle and the Thread” in D...

Nora Lowinsky, photographer The creative urge lives and grows…like a tree in the earth… —C.G. Jung Brooke Through Leaves Tur...

History is a ghost story. We tell it to each other around the fire. It scares us. —Naomi Ruth Lowinsky The Kinship Web of Footnotes ...

We are all shape–shifters, but through your words we became human. —Judy Wells, The Glass Ship Mother of Pink Flamingos It’s hard ...