moons. touch. me.

While I didn't mention Monday's super moon... it mattered. Now that my space is sacred and empty, it's like I've constructed a 21 story high spiritual dojo. I still put the recent turn of my betterment (after that) is put down to her. Something touched me that night. I cannot tell you the value of getting my head right. The two people I still speak with after my dip are also very happy that all that is finished now. It was bad. There are a lot...

don giovanni. dirty stories.

Last night, alone, I dressed in burgundy velvet splashed with golden leaves and six inch platform stilettos - and I went to the Metropolitan Opera House for the first time. And it was everything you could possibly imagine it to be... Since attending opera in August, I've been set to go to the Met. I sat in a balcony box seat in a room filled with some of the sweetest sounds on Earth. I've really embraced a certain solitude since one of the most...

what you chase

Since cracking off this web-ville in 2009, I've seen (and written about) a lot going down. I've also had the privilege to watch a collection of my fellow wordsmiths get the bindings they've been chasing, with their name printed across, scattered around bookshelves all over the place. That, to me, is very special. Self-publishing gave me the same tingles as I observed strangers plucking up my pages to indulge in my poetry. It meant a lot to me,...

seraphic tumbling

seraphic tumbling The weather turns cold and brown. Eyes shift blue. I’m looking up. No longer at the ground. (Blue like the sky, not bark and sap - like you…) Beyond false touch or falsity of sound; This is me. Closed. You once k(n)ew me - unwound. My strings now tightened to an unknown tone. (For you to explore? While my wrists were bound?) Playing my song in the moonlight - alone. Cowards watch screens while the brave ones hit streets. I...

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