the way of a creative. born.

the way of a creative. born. cold air became me around eleven while my thighs framed a’s, dropping and dipping and i wrote poems on how he’s heaven; celebrate swallow replacing sipping. every breath i released was beckoning. he came while i slept, while i was dreaming… days that equal fact checking. reckoning. head turned respect, as if i’m not beaming. i spent decades assuming no one saw, until he stepped front with shy conviction....

go ahead and get gone

On the day that I met both of my ex-husbands, we started living together. We had many profound experiences together from the second we crossed paths. In both instances, we were married in less than 11 weeks of supposedly being acquainted. The first time it lasted about nine years (infinity, if you ask me). The second time, under two months. It's shocking to think about the different lives that women carve around this planet. This time through,...

one more allen stone

I'm really trying to move on blog family, I swear. I've even been noveling in between Allen Stone posts. However, coffee just came out of my nose reading a Billboard piece revealing that Allen Stone's first festival show was actually out in LA, right before I saw him in Central Park on Tuesday. "So wait?" I told myself. "The hottest, realest soul voice in this country, and one of the best on Earth I boldy declare - has only played like, one...
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