Sunday, April 29, 2012


I age, wrinkle and collect experience in the strands of my hair.  It is the knowing that brings me comfort these days.  

There will always be someone willing to tell you who are, if you let them.  Swallowing true intentions vermouth. The wolf quiets truth with small suggestions and a smile.

I was naked, offered a scarf, and pair of gloves. Given a new name, scrubbed clean with hair fastened into a tight bun in exchange for my voice.

When they tell you that there is something to learn from everyone. Don’t believe them.
This is how the lonely and the loveless enter. Young girl,


See with your own eyes. Trust the quiet exhale of your lungs.

You. Are. Powerful. 

Friday, April 06, 2012


the mouth is an overflow of the heart. and your large orbs. they are both mirrors and wells.
the measure of what you think is threaded across your neck.

when u close your eyes, i know that it is to avoid the meeting of mine.

i saw your dreams walking down your thighs last night.