My hair started falling out.Breaking off. Telling me no. Screaming at me, punishing. Money -- funneled to products, vitamins, serums.Nearly prayed. The blond, confused tanglesare just now starting to understand again-that I am in charge. Small, brand new hairspushing their way throughmy scalp, like tulips looking for sun when snow is still covering their sleepy... Continue Reading →

So punk rawk

Between the rosé and the cheese plate,I figured it all out. Or actually, I figured out absolutely nothing, and that was everything. I left what I knew about myself and decided to remember the old parts. The parts that lived in the breath and blood.Giving me controlled life along the way, until I surrendered. Finally... Continue Reading →


I am learning my own language. The sounds and subtext of my bodywhen the vowels make long, drawnout sounds, and when they stop suddenly. Blunt and obvious. I haven't spoken this language of mein a long time, and I am stumbling through every awkward sentence. Did you hear me?Do you understand me?Is all of myself... Continue Reading →

Poems and Power: Sept 16

A lesson learned the hard way   growing up in the pews of buildings that spiral to heaven, you memorize the muted colors of hymnals and padded folding chairs. the small hairs in your ears, back of arms, knowing by heart every phrase separating you from anything other. all the colorful. all the raw.  the... Continue Reading →

Poems and Power: Sept 15

To Reflect step a bit closer bring your face near to me look into your own eyes. i am a replica, a mimic. i am nothing more than a lens to echo the way your particles align. every atom. every cell. how they converge into matter. the mistakes, scars. distractions. a structure for what is... Continue Reading →

Poems and Power: Sept 12

Pisces i am called to water like i remember deeply the comfort of the womb. the softness of floating, the blur between skin and salt. diving into the wreckage is how i make sense of blood and nerves. the deepness, terrifying. breath exploding from each pore. unknown creatures with hues never seen on the surface,... Continue Reading →

Poems and Power: Sept 11

waking we walk and search but never arrive. destination foggy and far. doors made of gold? rivers of endless youth? trees so ripe with fruit they overhang into our watery hearts? if we stay on this journey, push through monsters under the bed, free falling that jolts you awake, houses burning, frozen limbs while chased,... Continue Reading →

Poems and Power: Sept 9

Migration I am free. footfallen bathing in everything ahead of me. scents from foreign places. opening the world up with each step. soft sways. onto the ground. drinking in unknown cities. the entirety of space. it has all unveiled itself to me. called me forth to glide on different wings, better yet, sprout new ones... Continue Reading →

Poems and Power: Sept 8

How to make a Negroni remove the most beautiful of the stirring glasses from the bar cabinet let tap water rinse the dust from the lipwipe with a gentle yet firm grip until clear and dryfetch the bottles:1 part floral london dry1 part Italian bitter1 part thick, sweet vermouth ice must gleam clear like glass,... Continue Reading →

Poems and Power: Sept 6

the vision in the slow moments it is clear. the radical self wandering nowhere, everywhere. clear openness. details faded and unnecessary. they do not matter. the clarity comes in the breath. in the expansion. in the freedom. in what the color of release looks like. i can't tell you what that color is. that detail... Continue Reading →

Poems and Power: Sept 5

Casting spells you are the revolution. the collective. the alignment. the rebellious. the vessel. you are what catches the air. you are nights of endless discovery. you are a fingers laced with mine. you are i-thou. the knowing. the comfort. the sanctuary. firm feet on the ground. all the dreams in the clouds. you are... Continue Reading →

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