R.I.P.
DOUBLE ETERNITY
by angeliska on August 9, 2019
This morning found me doodling figure eights, looping curves of lemniscates making fanciful arabesques in the margins of my diary. I sat at my kitchen table on this bright summer morning with a candle lit, writing. My friend Sophia Rose (…)
30 YEARS – SEIZURES
by angeliska on August 8, 2016
Today marks thirty years since the day my mother died. Nearly half a lifetime, it seems – and so much of my life that I’ve had to live without her. I have spent most of those years hiding. Body hunched (…)
Fallings, Turnings – AUTUMNAL EQUINOX
by angeliska on September 22, 2014
Here we are at the turnings again. It seems that the turnings are the main moments (or the only ones, lately anyway) that I feel inspired or most dedicated to writing about. This is when I write most, when the (…)
Wild Blue Yonder
by angeliska on August 8, 2013
August 8th is the twenty-seventh anniversary of my mother’s death. Every year when this day rolls around again I take stock of the condition of my heart, and pause to consider my path – the one that has led me (…)
O DEATH
by angeliska on November 2, 2012
I am so grateful to be experiencing Day of the Dead in New Orleans again this year – to be able to engage in the ritual of the yearly procession to honor our beloved dead, and to remind ourselves that (…)
Family Vacation – Hank Williams' Grave
by angeliska on August 8, 2012
When I was six years old, my mother and father and I drove from Taylor, Texas to Montgomery, Alabama to make a pilgrimage to Hank Williams’ grave. This was to be our first, last and only family vacation. At the (…)
Charles Lessing Polacheck, R.I.P.
by angeliska on February 29, 2012
Charles Lessing Polacheck, R.I.P. born January 19th, 1914 in Milwaukee, Wisconsin – died February 27th, 2012 in Austin, Texas How do I begin? How can I possibly encapsulate a life so broad, so full of incredible achievement, tragedy, drama and (…)
A FRESH WOUND IN THE WING OF THE YOUNG YEAR (for Esme)
by angeliska on January 8, 2012
Photo of the memorial altar at Esme’s gate by Laura Skelding / AMERICAN-STATESMAN A week ago, in the wee hours of the new year’s dim beginnings, a girl was murdered. She was a friend of many of my friends, and (…)
Star-crossed Troubadours
by angeliska on August 8, 2011
Today marks twenty-five years since my mother died. This last winter solstice, I had a profound vision during a ceremony: an old black telephone appeared before me, hunched in celluloid, with a rotary dial. I could feel the weight of (…)
Exquisite Corpse – Cinco de Mayo
by angeliska on June 1, 2011
For this month’s Exquisite Corpse, we will be dedicating the evening’s festivities as a special memorial to some of our friends and heroes who have died this month: Ramon, crazy-cat extraordinaire, Leonora Carrington – the surrealist sorceress, and to Nefairia (…)
