Oh my love, Watching your dark flexible figure transform into a tall, slim, work of art never ceases to lure me in. The deep browns and velvety creams flow out of my hands and into this glass jar, filling each empty space inside with a piece of you. The hues swirl together like knots in … [Read more…]
I guess the book making process, for me, primarily stemmed from the vibes that the poem was giving me, or that I wanted it to give off to other people. I wanted it to feel warm and comforting, like something you would crack open I guess the book making process, for me, primarily stemmed from … [Read more…]
At the start of this drafty draft journey I really hated the poem that I initially wrote down on the page, and a big part of me wanted to give up on it and go with something completely different. This was probably the biggest challenge that I encountered throughout this process, but I also believe … [Read more…]
All dressed up and no place to go The body’s most vital organ lays alone, encapsulated in none other than a plastic container stuffed like tupperware after Thanksgiving dinner She stands alone, beating in her box as pink and full as if she was beating for life Never getting tired of doing all the hard … [Read more…]
Draft 1 Oh my love, the way you swirl and twirl in hues of brown and cream. Hearing the sound of you first thing in the morning invites my mind to awake and join her senses in the fun of you. Even when I don’t need you I find myself craving your sweet taste and … [Read more…]
Draft 1 Lean into my chest and listen closely My love for you envelops me like a silk made swaddle of blood Dancing in the distance between us Creating wrinkles wherever it is forced to bend As the ground beneath us begins to shift I lose my balance, falling onto another plane The air around … [Read more…]
Draft 1 For me, each day begins with a salad A salad of my own creation A salad made just for me Although each day produces a fresh new assortment of ingredients, these ingredients may never change sometimes for months in a row. Now I know what you’re thinking, if this is the case then … [Read more…]
I am the Housekeeper If you took a look at my house, from the outside you would say it looks quite perfect. It’s a quaint and simple, yet oddly specific home, wherein each of my belongings has an obvious designated location in which it remains. There’s one room in my home however, which is my … [Read more…]
