journal: boring fantasies
If we were having coffee– decaf, still, for me, thanks– I’d tell you about how inspired I’ve been lately to create a sort of discipline in my life. The reality
plant dino
Ginny is a ficus ginseng and Rocky Bulboa is an onion. Rocky likes a shower in the morning, a plummet of cold water bath to start her day. Ginny just
journal: a wallow
It’s hot in my apartment, and the nightmares won’t stop, so I’m typing this instead of bundling myself in a pile of sweat and nerves. I was going to do
dream sequence
In my dream, I am at the crosswalks that cut through my home. (A place I stood before I knew I would live there one day, but I can tell–
journal: health updates
This week I got some good news. Some really good, really unexpected news. To rewind a bit, I recently went back for a full set of tests after having really
journal: grants & such
I recently decided to file for a grant, specifically designed for formerly-incarcerated artists. Because of my recent brain damage, I’ve had to go slowly with the application process. Slower than
giveaway: an imperfect dozen
I had a dozen copies of Flowers and Stars that are ever-so-slightly imperfect. I did a raffle. Winners were emailed 4:45PM PST on January 13th, 2020. Thanks for playing along!
blink
It’s been a long year, a strange one, but one full of kindness. It’s been a long life, a strange one, but one full of kindness. I’m just gonna rest
2019: erosion
Earlier this year, I peed in a bedpan, one floral hospital curtain away from my boyfriend. He turned the water on the sink for me, in case it helped. Mortified,
gratitude
I am thankful for your life– the way it leads when it is necessary and follows when it is time, and lifts up when the beacon needs to be brightest.
journal: transition
I haven’t known what to post lately. Every glimpse I would normally share seems inauthentic because everything is so transitional right now… so fluid. If I fill a tablespoon from
rainbow vision
When you love the people in your world, a little rainbow burrows in your eyes and it changes the way you see every word, every world. Some days you might
poem: shall pass
This, too?!we cry, in grief. This, too!!we chant belief. The clouds reply,erasing sky: Everything.Everything.This, too.
moon mirror
Every so often: the comfort when a silent sun falls on you. You unload in the noiseless daylight. Empty your heart of what angers. Shake your wrists free of what
