II I follow mine,— a GIS of bad self-esteem and where I deserved it— To my jeans In the car On a road that is bumpier than I remember it With a seatbelt that I can’t manage to unlock Swelling out of my back pockets, I can hear the crinkle of the sugar, What biology … [Read more…]
My mama used to call me Wild child Back when I wore vintage clothesand I couldn’t find my car keys in the ignitionbecause I was committing felonies in the back seatwith a lighter and some ink back when I was the only one in fishnets at a partyand not enough people had noticed Back when … [Read more…]
I have been in four oceans and fewer seas My fingertips wrinkle when they bathe in these salted waters and take what they can from them Recklessly at first And then only because their cells know to do nothing else I have a need to fill my skin to the brim with the waters of … [Read more…]
(for no one in particular) Let’s brush each other’s teeth Sitting on the bathroom floor in just our underwear (We can tan each other’s skin with the whites of our eyes)And smile at trees because Like themWe have rings within us(Measuring the hours and minutes we have had to spend apart)In order to find one … [Read more…]
How many barnacles do I have to caress to be denoted in the history books as mistress of the sea? I know the touch of the ocean like most know red wine on their two front teeth. It’s matured me. Watered me until I couldn’t grow any more. Anorexic in my tendencies I flourished … [Read more…]
These are some videos I’ve made as a form of creative expression. I gravitate towards Russian Montage style videos, and tend to find the most captivating part of videography to be the emotion collected from images otherwise rendered meaningless. The oldest is from 3 years ago and the most recent is from 2. “Found Footage” … [Read more…]
