Thirsting for Coleridge

collophon page,etching, gouache  

Sheep Have the Faces of Patriarchs  

Stampede of Shalimar  and other Parfums

Esctasy, We Lie Down For It  

Do This, Do That,  You Are Not Chained

Diary Entry  

Lord Byron, Had Beautiful Lips  

No One But You Saw Your Ghostly Lover Put a Rope Around His Neck

Swimming the Hellespont to Acheron  

We Wish We Would Return Together  

One Night You Dreamed You Were A Mermaid

A Dance in Time like Iris  

A God For the Out-Of-Power