Wednesday, September 30, 2009

You're just a story I can't end.

Hello. Where are you? Here. Where? Right here. Can you feel that? Yes. That's me. I see. Yes. You feel like me. I am.
Tell yourself
as it gets cold and gray falls from the air
that you will go on
walking, hearing
the same tune no matter where
you find yourself --
inside the dome of dark
or under the cracking white
of the moon's gaze in a valley of snow.
Tonight as it gets cold
tell yourself
what you know which is nothing
but the tune your bones play
as you keep going. And you will be able
for once to lie down under the small fire
of winter stars.
And if it happens that you cannot
go on or turn back and you find yourself
where you will be at the end,
tell yourself
in that final flowing of cold through your limbs
that you love what you are.
-Mark Strand

Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Saturday, September 26, 2009

When daydreaming, I can make choices in my mind about my poetry, but sometimes i'm not making the choices. I'm just listening. My heart is really open to ideas that are positive and powerful and good for people.

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Monday, September 21, 2009

Never One Color

My art unfolds easily, intuitively. Through layers of accrued oil paint I hope I can create windows, points of departure where I can lead the viewer to new and never traveled before places. The pictures are open-ended, and influence my poetry. I hear and feel stories within the time it takes to paint a picture. My hands catch up to my head so quickly, that I feel as though I am outside of reality. Allowing me to see a world that is mine. I want the viewer to draw their own inferences from the architecture of their own private imaginations.

I believe in an abundance of goodness and beauty and in our own individual responsibility to cultivate this within ourselves so that we can share it with one another. I patiently nurture my feelings and make each one a color. Being self-taught has allowed me to break all of the rules I never knew and the freedom to paint without fear. I will always be sincere about how happy painting makes me. I reveal a part of my heart every time I create.

Listening to...



drifting again
closing my eyes
walking into a cloud
to see the world that's mine
keeping it together
not saying too much
not thinking
I don't care if I am safe
my edge
my flight
my fall
wandering with time
never landing
my words can't stay inside
but they can't seem to make it to you
you don't have to wait
I am where I want to be
I can't lose


Thursday, September 17, 2009


i am home and happy. whatever that means.

hap·py (hp)
adj. hap·pi·er, hap·pi·est
1. Characterized by good luck; fortunate.
2. Enjoying, showing, or marked by pleasure, satisfaction, or joy.
3. Being especially well-adapted; felicitous: a happy turn of phrase.
4. Cheerful; willing: happy to help.
a. Characterized by a spontaneous or obsessive inclination to use something. Often used in combination: trigger-happy.
b. Enthusiastic about or involved with to a disproportionate degree. Often used in combination: money-happy; clothes-happy.

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

One of the best...


Words. I love words. Thinking about words makes my head spin, my heart thud. I love the way they can be broken, reformed, meaningful, empty. Words make life, words sculpt, they build, they create beauty, they destroy, sting, cut, and wield the greatest power. Words are why I live, they are why I love, they are in me and out of me, words are me. Some of my favorite words:ubiquitous, lithe, stealth, write, and the saying hang in' and carry on.



Something better will come tomorrow.

So What

I get a little moody sometimes but I think that’s because I like to read. People that like to read are always a little fucked up.


My heart, it seems, is an insensible creature.

It loves without discretion,
it becomes jealous without discretion,
it breaks without discretion.

Friday, September 11, 2009


I told you
I tell you everything
You are with me everywhere I go

I wake up and remember
I fall asleep with your picture
You hang on my mind's wall

It's a different day today
not wishing it was yesterday
calm and settled

My courage takes a bow
no more overthinking
I am light

fantasy takes hold
music plays
did I mention love

I always forget to forget you
I am in no rush
even though my heart beats fast

and I can't help the way I feel
I see it
I say it


Happy Friday

You think you’re waiting for an answer. For someone to tell you what the right thing to do is. Even though, at the back of your mind, you already know what that is. So all you’re really waiting for, is a time when you’re forced to do it. Wake up with the dream. Go wherever the light takes you.
Worry less. Do more.

Tuesday, September 8, 2009

Whoever has no house now will not build one
Whoever is alone now will remain so for a long
will stay up, read, write long letters,
and wander the avenues, up and down,
restlessly, while the leaves are blowing.
-Rainer Maria Rilke

Wednesday, September 2, 2009