Fighting over the global garbage can Shell it out, fish, dish, take it Poke Yolk splattered on cosmic ground The Gods Spilled gut seeds in a violent explosion Big Bang Get More for your buck Don't bother fighting back, get more Than you ever bargained for F@&! me like you hate me Bending over backwords…Read more Who Came First
True Stories
There is no life that does not contribute to history- Dorothy West
Blooming
I'm officially writing the book after abandoning all codependent fantasies that the same elves who make shoes would show up one night and magically transform 5 years of blogging into a glitter-bound manuscript ready for submission. They would've also made me my own pair of signature boots; something feminine, with a heel, that I could…Read more Blooming
The Camel and the Scorpion
We've been home two days. Dreaming resumed after stuffing our faces with centuries old art created by either the typical, deviant aristocracy, those men who had the choice to forgo their family's pursuit of traditional wealth in favor of living abroad with unsanctioned partners painting en plein air, feigning a pauper's life to master the illusion of…Read more The Camel and the Scorpion
In Sin
There's a wave in the front of my hair that looks just like his. Countless mornings wasted, drowning the kink in water and alcohol, blasting my scalp with heat, beating my head with a brush, cursing the curves into straight, lifeless submission. Flesh of my flesh, blood, bones Despite defining differences, years were spent attempting…Read more In Sin
Decoding Snow
Snow is heaven speaking to us- Meaningful Life Center Dear Heavens, what is the meaning of a wintery July wedding, plowing the parking lot and adorning the hotel-house with a plethora of white roses? Naturally Kathy was frantic, still wearing her robe and requiring the same patient instructions you’d give to a child. She wanted…Read more Decoding Snow
Don’t
Don't show them your drawing They'll find the mistakes, compare it to what's already on the fridge or that Picasso we saw on the field trip last year. Third grade is no excuse; third degree. Don't ask them how you look They'll find the bump in your pony, the hole in your sock which is…Read more Don’t
On Lookers
The pretty ones Spreading wings for paparazzi Bedazzled bed parts Vying for cheap significance which is safer than risking failure at being loved for who we are The emptiness stuffed with Sephora Bingeing Too Faced Innersense Tarte Drunk Elephants need First Aid Beauty because Earth's Nectar is drowning in Urban Decay Free People! and yet…Read more On Lookers
