Writing

1. MotherhoodMotherhood isa strange word fora permanent change,Read the whole poem →
2. Look at you.You're here, alive, collected and drawn to this place with your authentic energy and its period. Some came here hurting, some energized, some relaxed, and some stuck in their mind's eye.But you're here, alive. We're here, collected together in a city with voices unsilenced, drawn to the freedom to speak and of artists and nonsense. Pulled here by some force within us that says, I don't just want to hear me.Read the whole poem →
3. Kindred spiritsThe ebb and flow of the fantastic and spectacular to the ruined and disastrousFascinated and ravenousSeeking connection in your eyes that grab at us all the perspectives in my head looking at you hunting your mind your spirit and body looking finding a way into the cavernous qualities of your loveRead the whole poem →