Friday Poetry 5.17.13

CycleI am not sure what is happening…  Could I be giving birth or something?Or maybe I am just awakening myselfAwakening to myself?The sleeping dragon everyone seems to seeBut meI am thisI love this This meBut I am only barely aware of how toBe this...

Dedicated to A Word With You Press

Last night I was having the time of my life-ish.Without reading one word of my own; while simply being my normal outrageous self – I was said to be part of an axis of evil (in a “term of endearment” kinda way… I know, right?), and that I...

Friday Morning Poetry 5.3.13

Just thisJust this skinaching from the inside to be scalesgills and tailsor something more magical than normalJust wordsJust songs and wordsa conversation of pseudo-greatnesslearning to leanfrom my strong belief that we could grow artAnd soAnd so nowwings unfurling...

2012 in review – ish

I blame Mary A. for this blog post… but not in a bad way.2012 was a writing year… mostly my practicum plan, portfolio, and thesis. I did write other pieces. But other things happened as well. Thankfully, I saw many man California sunsets that slowed me...

From January 18th 2013 – Do you get it?

An old journal post poem prose… enjoy.There’s a coldness welling up inside me. It’s in the back, rather quieted, but sneaking like Gollum. Sneaking. Like smokey splinters up my spine.I remember staring at this shadow before.I danced as it waited,...