hi, this is an update!

i’ve been taking a little blog hiatus for a number of reasons, but i wanted to pop in & let you know where you can find me these days.  i’m sure that once life slows (likely after the summer), i’ll get back to posting here often.

1) i’ve started putting together a chapbook of poems, in hopes i might be able to make a little $$$ from my writing, so i’m not putting many things out there right now.  i also have a few zines for sale already & put up new poems sometimes on my my website.
2) i’ve started an online publication where i share inclusive art of all varieties every couple of days.
3) i spoke with someone who has had some success writing erotica.  although it isn’t something that really calls out to me, it’s a challenge and i’m trying it out (under a writing alias).  of course, i can’t do anything half-assed so it’ll be a series of issues that look at relationships between people of all genders, sexualities, races etc. (not your standard whitewashed, “his big rod bulged” sorta thing).  so basically, i’m writing socially conscious erotica?  anyway, hoping to bring some quality writing and emotional intimacy into the literary romance world.  i’ve finished the first issue & you can find it here: https://www.amazon.com/Real-Love-Issue-Buffalo-National-ebook/dp/B01IRPOA28/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1469118249&sr=1-1&keywords=daisy+and+sal#nav-subnav.  i’ve applied a promotion, so tomorrow through sunday, you can download it free.  if you do download it, please leave a review!

okay, thanks, you rule!  more poems in the future!

the sky looks low, i
am growing all my own vegetables to
prove something i can’t really
explain to you

spat out of the spiral’s mouth, it’s
starting to feel more and more
like pretend, but i’m
still determined to
see it through

june 3, 2016

it’s not cutthroat, not really but
the sky’s been pretty cluttered lately and
i’m neurotic right now, just can’t
be alone with my own two hands, don’t
know what they’ll do to me

 

may 30, 2016

sky is slate
is drizzling
is a reminder that
there must be a cap
on all of this shit and
the earthworms are
writhing in swells
of polluted rain

i am undone
undoing
my dress
because

it’s the small comforts, your
body keeping me grounded
when i could just
float

but at 5am i
disappear anyway

back here, spiral

there is a better thing than
jotting who and what down on
lined pieces of paper with
a dying pen

it kills me the way you
spit the heavy things out and
let them weigh on me then
shrug your shoulders

a lot of
syllables
visuals
sky to drown in

past lives

ok so
i bit the bullet

and  it’s not even like
i forgot how to use
technology

now
all the lilacs are flirting
with the blob that is
a star that is
the sun

and in the rear view through
the mountains, we know
anniversaries are just
emotional weeds

may 8, 2016

approximately eight warning shots later,
i still don’t like guns

if i’m so luminous,
why didn’t you find me sooner,
why’d you waste your time with
all that careless filler, there are
studies about that you know

(no question marks
because the questions are either
rhetorical, empty or loaded)

and i buy you an ice cream cone
on a day that’s smooth because
i am too busy to think about
how unhappy i am

and it’s not smooth anymore
when we get home, because
the bed has tentacles and i can’t stop
counting all the holes in my breathing