como la bruja

April 8, 2012

Going so soon? I wouldn’t hear of it. Why my little party’s just beginning.
—Wicked Witch of the West

I think that all women are witches,
in the sense that a witch is a magical being.
—Yoko Ono

They still believe in God, the family, angels, witches, goblins,
logic, clarity, punctuation, and other obsolete stuff.
—Isaac Bashevis Singer

The number of witches had everywhere become enormous.
—John Jewel


By the pricking of my thumbs,
Something wicked this way comes.
—Shakespeare, Macbeth

spirits & ghosts

April 3, 2012

This September, Glitterati will publish Douglas Kirkland’s With Marilyn. As I paged through the blues last week, I was overcome. This book is filled with the eternal spirit of Marilyn Monroe or Norma Jean Baker, or whoever She was.

Make that Is. Because she never left. These pages are a testament to photography as magic. A magic we do not understand. I’ve been thinking a lot about this. About what the Native Americans felt. Something is captured on paper. Why? How? The spirit travels through light. Light on paper becomes the image. But it’s not what we see before us. It is the ether. Captured. Forever.

I don’t even have words…

it’s like telephone ~

April 2, 2012

We are speaking when I see it. Black and white print, tip on, cream linen cover, gold leaf. It’s sweet. I speak. I say this. He tells me he just saw it. I am saying, Yea. I put it there.

It’s like telephone, he says.

It is last year…

We are in that magazine store by Union Square looking to see if L’Uomo Vogue is out. Would never expect to write that sentence. But he is in Vogue. Men’s Vogue. Imagine that. That’s the strange place where my imaginary world meets his, and somehow, something between us est como la bruja, tu sabes?

I live in a parallel universe. And it tickles me—reality, I mean. There is what I believe, and there is what is happening, and though the two are rarely related, sometimes, just sometimes, they meet.

We are in that magazine store and L’Uomo Vogue is not. And it is the perfect spring day and I want to be outside. I want to smell the fresh air, polluted with endorphins and distortions, and stand in the sun, basking like a beached whale. I want to be outside but he wants to look at magazines so I stay quiet and let him do his thing.

And then he sees her, Amy, on the cover of something. British I am sure because the Americans gave up a long time ago. Everyone wants a comeback but she does not care because why should she care?

Being a star was never her bag. Being an artist, maybe something like that. But that’s still second. Being in love, that’s all that she ever wanted. But it didn’t work out so good. I feel you, girl. Pick the wrong one, call him the right one, and hold on for as long as you can.

“You remind me of her,” he says over his shoulder and I feel my back go all the way up. How dare he know things he does not know. I don’t even wanna go on…

it was all a dream ~

March 6, 2012


fifteenth anniversary of his death is in three days

There are no good girls gone wrong —  just bad girls found out.

A dame that knows the ropes isn’t likely to get tied up.

Between two evils, I always pick the one I never tried before.

I’m no model lady. A model’s just an imitation of the real thing.

Those who are easily shocked should be shocked more often.

You only live once, but if you do it right, once is enough.

Quotes by Mae West
Photographs by Mariel Clayton

como la bruja

December 13, 2011

The other night, I had a flashback. Is that the right word for a glimpse into a past life? I was lying in bed when I saw it, the witch and the warrior, my heart soared. I couldn’t see faces, only silhouettes. It was centuries ago, millenia I am sure. It was a different time and a different place. It was not understood but it was deeply ingrained.

Why this was happening, I cannot say. Much the same as the way the pathless path does not reveal itself. It is not a thing of the mind, though the mind provides access to it. It is channeling in its purest form, for the mind of the Universe is One, but because we are separate beings we think about about parts, rather than the whole.

I’ve never had a flashback. Doubt about the things that are non-ordinary forms of reality has been completely erased. And in its place has come Faith. Trust in my soul that what I experience does not need to be proven to anyone else.


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