stones, sperm, and the hand of God
Can you see the sacred in everything? Can you see that you, yourself, are sacred? Can you also see that nothing is sacred?
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Free Will Devotion
Happy Valentine’s Day, Humans.
Read MoreTime Between There and Here and There
The somewhere between all the time in the world and no time at all.
Read MoreTime Travel back to Winter Solstice 2017
I wrote a letter as my future self from 2020 to my 2017 self – to be read on the Winter Solstice 2020.
Read Morefor rent: one bedroom, 2nd floor walk-up, upper east side
when little girls grow up
Read MoreWhat have you got?
I keep reminding myself to ask – what’s the gift? There is definitely the gift of going deep (no choice?), getting real, and looking fear and anger directly in the eye and allowing it’s expression by asking – what have you got?
Read Moreeverything changes yet it’s all stardust in the end
“I found an island in your arms
Country in your eyes
Arms that chain
Eyes that lie
Break on through to the other side
Break on through to the other side
Break on through oh, oh yeah”
The Doors
Read MoreFive – Beyond the Order of Things
Tangent pulled from the middle of this free-write: Brunettes. I love dark boys, the dark hair, the dark skin, the pale eyes. I never thought I had a type, but looking back I see I have a thing for Mediterranean men. Darker men. I love curly hair and almond-shaped eyes. Light brown eyes, green eyes, blue eyes. Oh, but dark hair and lovely sharp features.
Read MoreFlash (R)evolution
I am moving house. Well, apartment to house. Still renting, but I am spreading out, sort of.
Whenever I move I find stuff – lots of writing especially. I write a lot, but it doesn’t mean I type it, or file it properly, or share it.
The discipline is in the order, not the action for me. I don’t know when I wrote this, I suspect right before moving to Arizona, 2006/2007, while I was leaving my husband and living in a basement in Brooklyn.
Read MoreThe most beautiful thing
Early childhood Latter Day Saints storybook memory and how I learned that God was not a grumpy old man who spied on me from the sky.
This piece is featured in Elizabeth Hellstern’s interactive creation, the Telepoem Booth.
photo: Holly Troy
Read MoreBorn on a Thursday #24 ~ All Shook Up
What’s the best thing to do when you can barely think and the weather is crappy and you’re visiting your mom who is a smoker and you are not? Look through boxes of stuff to see what you can find. I’ve been looking for two things mainly — old vocal exercise tapes with my coach Don Lawrence and videos of my performances. I found neither of those things. I did find one box with artwork and journals that have moldered and mice have made nests of, LPs that Chewie the pet rabbit has been snacking on, and, (redemption!) photos that are in pristine condition of my band The Halfbreeds!
Read Moreacademic paper that touches on (living in) the streets
I can look the part, and I certainly have the required credentials to fit in, but I feel a creepy sensation under my skin when I drive to work everyday to sit at a desk and push paper around for a bureaucratic system.
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