Some New Old Stuff

Hi again, after about a year I am back and ready for the fall to commence. To commemorate, I am going through my old writing journals and pulling out some poetry and first person pieces so they can see the light of a thousand pixels. Here is the first of this series. Safety I want…

Jumping off a Cliff for Love

Well, there is no literal cliff in this story. Only a beloved sister-in-law who really needs a little help in order to gain mobility. Brenda recently lost part of her leg to amputation, from the shin down. So we are diving off the deep end, doing a campaign and asking friends and loved ones to…

Need A Little Help From My Friends

Hello! I am taking a media research course right now and I have had to create a survey about a topic that interests me and get 20 people to complete it. I need your help. If you collect action figures or any collectable toys or even plain old toys from your childhood, you are the…

Taking a Breath

Yah I breathe You in through my facial orifices Weh I release to You the fear that chokes me Yahweh The only thing I can control right now Yahweh Is how deep I allow Your breath to penetrate Yahweh

Non-Traditional and Recreational Art

This is shout out to all of you who love to art, but might not have gotten the recognition for it in the past from artists or non-artists: coloring fanatics, karaoke enthusiasts, knitters, tattoo and graffiti artists, mural artists, makeup artists and beauticians, and architects. My new little story is for you. Crayoned Skin, Artist…

Launching My New Book!

Hi There! This is an exciting weekend for me. I just began a 10 day book launch last night for my new short fictional book entitled Crayoned Skin, Artist Within. It tells the story of 14 urban artist of various shades of color and ethnicity. I wrote it because one of my life purposes is…

What It’s Like to be Me

There is a minuscule woman Who rides on top of my neurons She is an instigator by trade A powerful figure of means She carries with her a great hammer And hanging from her belt is a chissle Her ears are her strongest organ But her arms are thick corded muscle From swinging her hammer…

On a Day Off

The last several years have been a whirlwind.  I am working full time and going to grad school full to part time depending on the term. I have let this blog grow dormant and began storing my writing pieces up in colorful journals rather than letting them breath the free air. This is my formal…

Naming Myself

I have been calling myself half my name for awhile now. Growing up my middle name joined my first like I stalked my sister when she went to neighbors houses to play. Sometimes she did not even realize I was in the same room. The three letters were present in body and breath and often…

What My Parents Gave Me

What my parents gave me was a respect for those over the age of middle aged. Aged, a word which brings my mind to cheese, and the reality where the longer the cheese wheel breathes, the more respected it becomes. We don’t think like that here, not about each other. We are too busy determining…