I am the Girl with Too Many Names, and I aim to Everything.
Poet, Novelist, Teaist, Pianist, Life Model, Perfumer, Classicist, Ascetic, Aesthete. Lucid Dreamer, Pilgrim, Painter, Aurelian, Balletomane, Beekeeper, Gardener, Hot Air Balloonist. Semi-professional Mermaid. A Runaway, a Romantic. Eloquent, Elegant, Melancholy. Riddle.
I love a man who does not exist, a man with too many lives- immortal, and imaginary. He sanctifies the Yew, the Rose, the Tower, the Snake, Twilight and Mist and Tides and Deep Pools, the Cello, the Black Birds, the Blue Birds, the Moth. Keys belong to him, and hats- the gold crowns of kings and the thorn crowns of martyrs, the black hoods of priests and the tall hats of wizards. You may find him on many paths, in many books, in every sky.
I spend my life longing for and losing him. He inspires much of my work, and influences all of it, sooner or later. I can't write about myself without introducing him. There he is, always, around me, invisible- half shadow, half soul; a wind and a whisper. hide biography