Invisible Weaver
invisible weaver when asked what I do, invisible weaver. then quickly before “but I see you, don’t I?” I define the occupation. some people’s first image is a wooden loom in a slant-ceiling attic, shuttle skidding warp-weft, shafts synching up down, no human in sight, so a ghost, a spirit, they think I’m jiving. others see a humming fluorescent-bright factory,… Read more →