illegal u-turns are my drug and i overdose at road-side motels
I found these in my old notebook the other day from last winter. Sometimes, words fail us and the only way to communicate is through… something else. Pictures? Metaphors? Feelings? Actions? Some stuff is too big to talk about. (Skip to the end for “happier” mind maps) Disassociative Thinking Inability to Speak Anxious Circle Thinking… Read More Mind Mapping – Visual Poetry
Hailey Wyatt made this one on our fridge a few months ago.
heartbeats don’t keep time with those holding keen metronomes rip apart the sheet music (organ failure: too many vibrations that the body doesn’t tolerate) we run in the dark without a flashlight deposit dead skin in the sewer i promise you, don’t come too close it is dark down here i don’t want to step… Read More Deconstruction #1
I have made a rocket ship to break through the time continuum. I call it The Eraser. Once I break through the time continuum and talk to the Master Clockworker, I will ask to go back a few years or skip a few forward to where I can reclaim my baby skin or feel a baby on my… Read More Mission to Erase
*contains a swear word* love is finding wholeness in the one who will rescue my romantic heart. love involves a lot of passion and conflict because you have to fight for your loved one with a broadsword. love requires you to love yourself otherwise love is unsafe and degrading for your sense of self. love… Read More What is Love? : An Individual’s Evolution of Thought
i would like to eat your whole body so you will always be inside me. i want to shrink you with my shrink-ray so that i can carry you around in my pocket. i want to hold you so tight that our skin rips open and our hearts connect to make a thump thump thump thump so… Read More Thoughts on Love and Cannibalism
*contains offensive language* what is a woman? a white woman? a black woman? what about a half black half white woman? what about a half thai half cree half man half woman? Check me from my privilege. i have privilege to check. But i am a white woman so the world knows i yell with… Read More Gender Me (a War)
What does it take for me to be as hot as that meatball sandwich you are eating? Because you made that with more love than you ever made love to me.
i’d like to think my skin is a map for the lonely red patches like ponds to drink from deep ridges for feet to walk on but my body is not a romanticized landscape still how nice would it be if the redness were an ocean and the lines train tracks pointing the way home? Photo by… Read More My Skin