3/16/19

The hole swallows me whole.  Consumes me, total. I am only a hole.  Insatiable.  Unable to be filled.  Unfathomable.  Hollow. In my space and time I seek.  I told myself I was whole. I thought I loved myself.  I lost myself in the hole.  I walked down into it and then it was covered over. … More 3/16/19

Who?

One moment, you’re human, the next moment, an animal. It is probably the last night, as I slump beneath his sheets, clawing at his will. Everything is a fucking façade. Tell me you love me.  I know it’s true. A mask worn. A need for approval. Mascara running, hysterical, drunk. Once the admiration fades, the … More Who?

Can I Cut It?

I’ve been actually traveling around in a van for the last two weeks.  I say ‘actually traveling’ because I’ve mostly been stationary since I moved into my car in January of 2018.  Yes, I have moved to different places over the last 8 months, but once I arrived, I stayed there for at least a … More Can I Cut It?

Gymnopedie No.1

I took care of you.  When you were stressed or overwhelmed, I comforted you. When you were sad, I held you. When you were angry, I tried to calm you. When you were excited, I went off duty. When you were happy, I let you be you. When you were content, I went to my … More Gymnopedie No.1

It’s a Girl

It’s a girl! A new baby girl. The parents: Me. The child: Me. Mom: Me. Dad: Me. Who do I want to raise this child to be? What can we teach her? How, also, can we let her be free? Free from fear. Free from limiting beliefs. Free from separation. Free from critique. Open completely … More It’s a Girl