Moonchild, mother of cats, mask-maker’s wife, call me Elizabeth, artist and poet and maker of things out of words, ashtanga yogini and translator of Plato’s Phaedrus, American woman living in Bali, Indonesia, with Javanese husband, E, my pronouns are as you/like it, I renounce my credentials, our religion is Islam, Eat, Pray, Love but in Ancient Greek, have I answered the question?, trying not or not trying or trying to be not clever, in person I come across as quiet, normal, a little weird/scary/oops?, but I believe in nature, and the Muse, and Durga, and Ganesha, and Barong, I am here for the god, and I play with ghosts, preferring the past because there is mystery in it, if you’ve seen the future the last thing you want is to talk about it, the sibyl knows, that’s why the drug, the rage, the singing, mermaid, unicorn, crone, weaving, unweaving, listening, practical stuff like gardening, herbs and vegetables and flowers and bugs, while there still are bugs, understanding this body, touching this earth, forgiving, grieving, loving, remembering, pictures, of cats