Writer, Artist, and Recovering 80s Hair Spray Addict
A shade – not a color Bright and vivid A dark and stormy night. Look into the sky – Dark. Tells all, knows all… Patterns unknown Stories untold. The depths of the ocean The limits of imagination. Thoughts in silence Feelings left alone… My heart.
Read MoreInspired by Henry Rollins, “Invisible Woman Blues” from his book, Black Coffee Blues I lay down in my bed, ready for the Sandman to take me into a deep resting slumber. As I close my eyes, that’s when you appear. Every single night, like clockwork, you invade my space. My sacred space. My mind is consumed with your deep and soulful eyes that burn holes into my subconscious. I want to run and hide from your gaze. I cannot escape you. The thought, image, touch and scent…
Read MoreI’m sitting in my living room in one of my beloved Hello Kitty t-shirts and a pair of colorful knee socks, eating peanut butter out of an almost empty jar with a spoon; I am finding that this is one of the many joys of living alone. Let me interject here that I don’t care that I’m almost 42 and still wearing Hello Kitty – I’ll rock the shit out of it at any age thank-you-very-much. I’m not going to make excuses for wearing things that are, as Mom-ster…
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