Olga Nunes

My wonderful dear friend Allan Amato took this photograph of me a couple of months ago.  I put it online today, and someone said, "I know the story of the key."  I'd forgotten what she meant:  I'd shown her a private story, years ago, that I'd written.   It probably doesn't need to be private anym...

It was early Saturday morning.  The three of us has just climbed onto a sandbar at the edge of the river, trailing our inner tubes behind us.  "Can you see a way up?"  I asked. ...

I was interviewed today on The Third I on i105-107, on the radio in Ireland. It was really fun, actually. There's an mp3 of it below, if you want to take a listen. Download: Interview

Download MP3 and I get the mail tiptoe to the door fistful of threads...

Download MP3 you carry your jewel between your teeth no kisses for the drunken thief he might pluck it from your lips, my friend tell me, where would you be then...

Download MP3 you always thought you were so self-reliant till you found yourself sitting in the house of giants at the edge of every wrong word...

First, videos you need to see. ...

I'm standing outside the backstage door in the sharp cold, dressed in sweater upon sweater. It is cold you-can't-feel-your-fingers-beneath-your-mittens cold. Pinpoints of white fall from the sky, and vanish, changing their collective minds: it is too cold even for snow...

I'm getting better at twittering than I am at keeping up this blog.But I'm trying!  I am!Random highlights of the last eleven days:- touched ground in four countries in two days- went to Holland and Belgium for the first time- knowing I'm in Amsterdam because the airport is filled with clouds of ...

From the ever lovin' Elaine: A speech from Harvey Milk, who was shot to death in 1978, after being the first openly gay man to run for public office in the United States...

I went to go see a blackbox theatre production of Rent last night in London. I've been in love with that show since I was 15, it imprinted on my bones. Mad creatures of various sexualities living on the razor edge of life, loving and dying and making art. Little hungry baby Olga ate it up...

I'm a continent away from the soil in which change is being fostered.  But I still woke up today with my heart like Christmas morning, giddy and girlish and full of love.Last night I walked to the corner store in my London neighborhood, and right at the counter was a little old English woman ...

Hurrah! I have eleven of thirteen total wee baby songs done at Minute Minute Month...