"If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense."
So says Alice in Wonderland; and because, I figure, she's as good as a namesake for me, so I will say too. It helps that I have a healthy appreciation for nonsense, for imagination, for the bizarre and the uncanny and the marvelous.
I was an English major, and that's practically a philosophical/political/universal alignment as far as I'm concerned; I am a fantasy novelist and a lyric poet. I am a seamstress and a cosplayer and an addict of certain types of video games.
The title of the journal, demeure, comes from a French word -- I stumbled upon it during my freshman year of college, while reading Appolinaire in French class. It's a central part of the refrain to his poem Le Pont Mirabeau, which I quote below.
Vienne la nuit, sonne l'heure Les jours s'en vont, je demeure Guillaume Apollinaire, "Le Pont Mirabeau"
Let night come on bells end the day The days go by me still I stay translated by Richard Wilbur