WHEN COMES THE STORM

WHEN COMES THE STORM

I don’t mean to stall you mid-sentence, but darling that’s the appeal. Don’t die Contemplating, Take action without Hesitation to the point that it is Dangerous to Do. What will Unleash itself in You when comes the Storm? The aesthetic and the ethics must coexist 

MY WORTH

MY WORTH

    I’m left wasted. I want to stay stop, but my body won’t oblige. I’m milking you. Sweet honey syrup on my tongue from where you left.         I need to let you go, let it go, let the figment fall 

EASTER BRUNCHDAY: HEALTHY HOLIDAY CARROT MUFFCAKES

EASTER BRUNCHDAY: HEALTHY HOLIDAY CARROT MUFFCAKES

I love everything Festive, and as I’ve mentioned before, I mourn the ending of Every. Single. Holiday. See look how much pain I am in. Alas, here I am stretching the celebrations by finishing Easter’s end with a Brunch fit for a Bunny. These MuffCakes 

A LETTER TO MY MOTHER

A LETTER TO MY MOTHER

They say that as offspring it ain’t your job to take care of your parents. Who is ‘they?’ Well actually I’m not quite sure, but they do say it, I swear. Those self help guru people say it. That’s who. They say to take care 

SEDUCTION: FOOD

SEDUCTION: FOOD

Food Addiction: Food. What a difficult addiction to overcome.  Over. Come. Come over. Get beyond. Move past it.  Yeah. Right. How the HELL do we ‘get over’ something that is ultimately essential to our most basic survival? Unlike other substances we are addicted to, we 

FERMENTED PAIN

FERMENTED PAIN

Boredom is incredibly productive. That’s where the magic is born. It’s the avoidance of the fear of the boredom that is so destructive to the work. For as long as I can remember I have been avoiding feeling or processing anything. Checking out via food, drink, and social 

I LOVE YOU, KEITH RICHARDS

I LOVE YOU, KEITH RICHARDS

People who know me well are very much aware of my verging on somewhat unhealthy obsession with Keith Richards of The Rolling Stones. I want to meet him, I want to marry him, I want to be him.   So, naturally, when I found out 

PARADOXICAL MISTAKE

PARADOXICAL MISTAKE

she was free a paradoxical mess of contradictions mistakes oxymorons and vacant flaws a strong and fearless lion a lonely wounded bird her life a fragile map of chaotic beauty untainted by the hollow vortex of its poetic tragedy they didn’t much approve she wasn’t always decent 

THE BEAUTY OUTSIDE

THE BEAUTY OUTSIDE

It snowed outside and it is beautiful. Breathtakingly stunning. Sun falls down in golden splashes, illuminating the branches, the rooftops, and the earth’s skin in its bright, warm radiance. I wish I could enjoy the beauty. Instead, I am stuck here in bed by a 

SPILL 4

SPILL 4

It’s the wisdom of future, found by shaking the norm. It’s of feeling, through gesture; brought by way through the storm. It’s the curse that is broken by creation within. It’s the saddle that’s woven out of thread born of sin. Dual times stack upon