The forest is an empress, temptress, russet velvet and svelte as it dresses in the furs of snow and lures the orbs of my eyes to be seduced by its beauty. Wooly fog entombing the land, I emerge from ...
Dreaming in midnight blues, I am constellations drawn in the sand of desolate seas under the swollen bloom of the sun at morning, the microscope of the moon, in the night. I am its specimen, the cran...
The awakening. Bear and claw from slumber, under your cocoon of quilts, tawny and yawning, and into the sheep’s wool of fog. Poppy seeds of light sewn to the breast of daybreak, brambly brush bristle...
Into the fluorescent-lit night, my blood elopes with hospital vials, needles nipping in the crooks of my elbows, sucker punches of bruises, putrid-yellow. Pain’s caged animal gnaws at my skull, thump...
Beneath the belly rumble of fan blades beating the deviled heat and needling flesh in hot beds of wettish coverlets and linens, feverish lips fitted over crescent crowns of teeth. Behold the solstice...
The cold passed in months of impalpable paleness, smoking ghosts of cigarettes, fingered phantoms sandwiched in crannied knuckles, nothingness ... Linchpins in our rose petal lips, bobbins ribboned w...
Of which possess you, encased in chambers of brain matter and bestowed to us, the cut teeth of keys to unbolt the portals of surrogate orbs, cosmos, oceans of mammoth proportions. We are time travele...
I am between worlds, in the rift of lingering memory, in the dog days of childhood, bent trees teeming with fig fruits, villas on stilts, skin crusted with sand, and star spangled skies. Sisters in t...
The way I see it, were all a little bit insane, somewhat strange. Remember childhood and the psychedelic summers, unscripted, crescendos of heat swollen ecstasy, with warm oranges and citrus fruits r...
I was coaxed and soft-soaped into sampling Twitter, for yet, a second go-round. I dont know if Ill keep it, Ill see ... I like it for preserving fragments and tatters of memory, and curious chatter, ...
I am changing hosts for the photographs featured, in order to ensure better photo quality. Unfortunately, editing these posts to update the photo sources, may render a mess in many feeds, as these wi...
Hello friends, there seems to be many, continuing mix-ups with my RSS feed on sites where you can subscribe. Please excuse any entries that appear twice or as new when theyre not, Im unable to edit t...
At six-thirty A.M. - daybreak still premature and the husk of night being stripped like a bed sheet to reveal a slit of flaming sun, a tear in the plum-like hue of sky - the incisives of my slumber d...
We are not so different, you and I. Nestled beneath the faint arc of our rib cage is an instrument that we have christened the "heart", its intricate, intimate humming, stringing the seconds,...
I have dreams now, of desolate roads, and lonesome motels, ingrained on elapsed lands that offer shoddy rooms with cobwebs and lingering shadows, and anonymity to a drifting soul. I think I’ll drive,...
When I was a girl, they told me to be practical, and I was a dreamer. There was no misgiving, the flames of crescent dreams always coming higher, licking at the bedroom windows, kindling in my soul, ...
If you like, you can read my interview with NOWISM magazine here, pages 50-52, and there are hardcopies of the issue available in select bookstores in London, let me know if you happen upon any. In o...
My heart claps against my rib cage in celebration, and I'm brimming over with this blissfulness. The earth is infectious; my lungs ballooning with the laughter that manifests when you are mute with h...
The sun, old friend, has come around again, cleansing the wintered lands, making me feel younger than I am. The season of spring is like a crank with one end punched through my heart, winding, windin...
I've reached back into my roots, and whipped up this little design site, with services to dress up your baby (er, blog) a bit or to do a thorough decor overhaul. Prices are pretty cheap, all I really...
I am perched, uneasy on crest of a cliff, looking into the abyss of nothingness, and across it to time and promise that can be mine, if with guts and gamble I let go of the known. Let go to teeter on...
Update: Auctions have now ended, heartfelt thanks to everyone who participated. A portion of the proceeds will be sent to Haiti soon!Photo Credit: Nirrimi Joy
When I was born, I unsettled the natural balance of things, a stubborn stain, on society, that could not be scrubbed off into nothingness again. Society desires citizens who conform and comply, who a...
Click here.(Note: I've just noticed, this entry is shown multiple times over, in blog feeds. Never intended for that to happen, really sorry for those who have to look at it so many times. New, lengt...
In December, the crinkle of antiquarian Christmas music, the bewitching baritone of Nat King Cole, the palliative tenor of Frank Sinatra, tranquilizes the white heat of my temperament. For a fistful ...
The first of September was spent in an aluminum capsule, fleeting towards the upper atmosphere. The components of the landscape blurred, as the runway vanished, and the rush, the resistance of air, c...
Proceeding with the oft proposed "write a book" plan. Please don't be cheery yet, it could be dreadful, and meandering, and dull. Probing about the inter webs for photographers to collaborate with, f...
Back from the island, to which I paid a visit, in the shift of week, where the ghost of adolescence still lingers, in the blue breeze, and innocence was taken by the tide, the lure, of the sea. Butte...
I'm selling, and giving up, next to everything I have, and throwing darts at a map of the globe. I acquired a passport, and purchased a plane ticket that assured my passage to more than four thousand...
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