Quora question: If anorexia is considered an illness, why isn't obesity? My answer: Nothing tastes as good as skinny feels except brownies, pizza, gravy, mashed potatoes, cake, ice cream and life. Anorexia Nervosa is classified as an eating disorder in the DSM; the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders. Anorexia is intentional self-starvation. In…Read more What the Fork?
Anorexia
Hunger hurts but starving works when it costs too much to love.- Fiona Apple
The Scream
The point is not to frighten people with ideas or images. Fear is an interpretation of what is. Truth is. Absolutes have no agenda. In the context of our constructs light can be manipulated to cast shadows of anything. I'd painted a variation in high school after realizing I'd grown fur and was finding beautifully…Read more The Scream
Balancé
Waltz, two three Balancé Between extreme polarities Screaming right and wrong A little of this or that A soundless, graceful shift from here to there Set to ancient music Disturbed By condemnation of discernment The I in ignorance Fearing to lose that which cannot be lost Temporally misplaced Where have I put them? Where could…Read more Balancé
Baby It’s Cold Outside
Some people love winter. I get it. You ski and have 100 Pinterest boards dedicated to Hygge featuring cozy cabins, soup recipes, arm knitted scarves, steaming mugs topped with cinnamon sticks, majestic landscapes draped in white, glittering fondant. Chimneys, sleds and icicles make you nostalgic. There's even a special drawer for your collection of mittens.…Read more Baby It’s Cold Outside
Green Peace
I am green and it'll do fine, it's beautiful And I think it's what I want to be- Kermit Yesterday I cleared out all the old things which had once been new. It's somewhat of a year end ritual. Objects representing markers of time; cards, books, janky clutter and those articles of clothing that waded…Read more Green Peace
Rake
Fall Under, over, in Protrusions Interrupting peace Disturbing silence With want No need Muffled screams as gastronomic indecencies A greedy rumbling greeting each light Restless unrelenting buzzing, numbing Lips, teeth, cheeks Buzzards circling feasts Fingertips grazing In shop windows of caloric salvation Sticky buns One nation under Greed We the people Entrusting dollars and pounds…Read more Rake
Whittle
Chip, chop, chisel Strip away Uncover Are we there yet? What do you make of me? What am I allowed to control? Barking splinters with a thunking axe Strike, hammer, divide Block, pound and sever Years of growth reduced to kindling Unkind scraps Hold a smoldering spark clinging to dryer lint I'm freezing to death! …Read more Whittle
Amas Veritas
God said, what you're doing wrong is simple. You think you're all alone. You think you're separate from everyone else... I'll give you a solution in three sentences that'll change your life. I said great, what is it? He said, you're one with everyone. There's no one who is separate from you. What you do…Read more Amas Veritas
Parched
Beyond the complacent Sure Of ate billion hearts Surrendering footholds on a dormant doormat Removing egos and shoes There's still a better way you persist to resist Pushing on, pressing in, holding out Sea legs and gulls Brine the flightless bird, submissively begging for Release This cup from me The fountain both empty and overflowing…Read more Parched
Me Too
Can't stop researching this week. Since I have to work at a tolerably distressing day job (for which I'm humbly grateful) there never seems to be enough time to finish complete, well rounded thoughts, let alone write whole posts. But this one's persistent. I'm obeying the voices, sitting in my car in front of the…Read more Me Too
Born in Providence 