The original muse collection — my beloved books and siren songs that color my dreams and embed into every day.
“Are You Mad at Me?” Meg Josephson
You might roll your eyes if I begin this with the universe has a funny way of unravelling your life, however who really has the proof to say otherwise? Doomscrolling during an “unravelled” part of my life recently, a stroke of good luck– one of my favorite local booksellers posted that one of my favorite…
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Blondie x Best Coast
It’s fair to say my summer reading program is null. At the edge of August and this is my first weekend “off” in going on three months. How. Did. That. Happen. Is anyone else bad at being protective of their time or is just a character flaw of mine? Looking forward to leaning into the…
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Rosa – The Story of the Rose
In June, the roses awaken. When they first open the air is sharp with their scent. I walk the brownstone lined city streets and the scent from perfectly curated gardens catches on a little breeze and it gives me the chills. Back home in the country side of the state they are tangled about wild…
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Mapplethorpe and Flowers
I must confess I have been a bit delinquent about getting into a book as of late. The arrival of spring has pulled me outdoors and my neighborhood in Boston is blossom bliss. The Magnolias of Back Bay are the star of April and well documented but one can never seem to capture enough of…
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The Collected Poems of Robert Creeley
It’s the warmest day of winter and the tulips on my table are shedding their petals. They were a robust blush and now they have turned translucent. I’m having a hard time letting them go. On a colder winter day, my most revered pen pal, Eric Paul, was in town for a reading at the…
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A Drop in the Grey
If ever there was a mid-winter record it’s this one. A Drop in the Grey’s “Certain Sculptures”. I can take zero credit for finding this diamond of an album. It came to me through a music sourcing Angel, hidden away in a record shop in southern New Hampshire, much like the record itself. The moment…
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Rothko – The Colorfield Paintings
There is no better place for color field paintings then New England midwinter. We are in the middle of it. The ever grey. And every shade of dust the woods and streets can muster. While I am in the thick of another, much more involved book–the bedtime book we’ll call it– I always appreciate the…
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The other Muses
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