My first book of poetry is now available on Amazon. The first in a series of three and also the work I will performing at this years ArtsFest Stuart!!! https://www.amazon.com/dp/1977085350/ref=sr_1_5?ie=UTF8&qid=1517768735&sr=8-5&keywords=she+was+the+stuff+of+stars+book
And it hit her, much in the way she imagined creation, all at once, electric. A crackling and popping so loud it silenced her mind for the first time. It was as if she felt everything in a millisecond, all the fear, love, excitement, joy, sorrow, disappointment, anger, pity, happiness, anticipation. Wave after wave crashing … Continue reading She Was the Stuff of Stars Listen, Love, Live
Dear, The memory of it came when I inhaled the fumes from the car in front of me at the red light. I'm not sure what it was about that smell that delivered me to the time that I sat up in my bed holding you against my ear waiting to tell you what I feared. … Continue reading
I can't do this anymore and the truth is I don't even want to. It's become like a ritual, this thing I do to remain present in your life. I reach for you always...and always I come back empty. I know what I want and you are unwilling and incapable of giving it to me. … Continue reading I’m not broken anymore.
I'm listening to Welcome Home by Radical Face and these lyrics have always spoken to me. How often I have felt as though I was "choking on the sun" though perhaps for reasons far more dark than the song intended. I don't feel that way anymore. I don't know what I feel anymore. I am … Continue reading Welcome Home
I've always known I was different. My earliest memories of playing outside as a child didn't have me on the playground but running barefoot through the woods on the property behind our house or jumping recklessly into the ocean off of the long pier at our local beach. I never wanted to come inside and felt … Continue reading You crazy slut.
I've written about it before. It is the thing I struggle with the most in this life. I am trying to apply it today. I had one of those "ah-ha!" moments. It was a sad one, because with all the ability I have to convey with words my feelings there have been times with one … Continue reading Grace
Each birthday I take some time to reflect on the past year and again I can't believe how much I have survived. I have never been one to take the easy road and I suppose that is a good thing, because who would I be without these trials and tribulations. I still struggle to forgive … Continue reading Happy Birthday Me~ You are a fucking warrior!