“Inner gifts Do not find their way To creatures without just respect. If a man or woman flails about, he not only Smashes his house, He burn...

Repeat Realization (I've had this one before) I am not a nice person. I am quick to anger. I am quick to rage. I am quick to treat ...

While I sat eating in a burger joint last night in, I overheard a customer asking the woman working the counter if she "still writes...

I use many big words in my art and in my world. My vocabulary is not without it's limits, but my grasp of the English language is fairly...

There is sadness between my legs... shame lurking in the bottom of my ocean stirring up as sediment in those deep places you touch  ...

Shaking in my skin. ping pong game of comfortable connection and anxious awkwardness. all those goblins lurking under my bed come craw...

Last night while I slept, I dreamt of water... Crystal clear, beautiful water everywhere... Bottles of water big and bigger. And me, d...

I had long gorgeous locks once upon a time... Wavy, luscious chocolate brown with hints of red and sun kissed flecks of gold. The wispy ends...

Aren't you tired? my love... of peering down from those turrets of stone? safe. But alone... Aren't you weary? peasants and lambs......

1:30 A.M. another sleepless night. I wonder many things about who I am... always. tonight I wonder who I am to you. I need no labels, n...

Dear Brian I typed your name into the Facebook search box tonight on a whim. I had done it before one other time, years ago. I vaguely remem...

I’ve been thinking a lot about death lately… more than usual, though death has been a pretty consistent visitor to my thoughts my who...

Italy. Angels in mustaches with breasts gazing at each other from frescoed walls for times untold, in ancient halls Riding on unicorns...

I throw tantrums. I throw tantrums when I don't get my way. Spitting venom like fire emotions balanced on tight wire I am 8 In my ...

I am that which I love with or without the object of my love and yet I am not and can never be. For I am an observer of the most exquisite b...