Highlights from “the Treehouse era”
Once is a coincidence. Twice is a phenomenon. Three times is a sample set. This has been my operating mantra since minoring in philosophy as a phenomenologist. So when I come across information regarding mood disorders amongst creatives, I apply my mantra to see if whatever hypothesis I’ve conjured is proven true. Well friends, I’ve … Continue reading Flow Theory Plus Poetry Equals Me
Thank you to everyone who supported this personal, transcendental endeavor of mine. The show was a hit! We wanted everyone to experience the magic of the Goddesses, so here’s a full YouTube link of the show, filmed entirely on smartphone. Like and share with everyone you love.
Last night can’t be undone. Magic happened to this scraping-by artist. Months of anxious planning and preparation, interrupted by life and health events, and here it was: my poetry exhibit. Performed beautifully by goddesses of their own caliber, embodying influential archetypes much needed in this post-election week. We gathered to share, we’re not scared. When … Continue reading Empowered By The Goddesses
Busy, busy, like a queen honeybee, pumping out ideas, designs, and information with little breaks in between to breathe. Ask for help will I? Why? Everything’s under control, yep…everything is errythang. Whew. Who am I kidding?? These last two years, I had been producing works for publication and sale. After joining the band, I was … Continue reading It’s Dress Up Time!
(I wrote this in reflection of my former neighbor’s shocking and untimely death. At first I wasn’t going to post, but I have to honor the guy who, as complicated our relationship was, inspired my artistry on several occasions. I pour one out for you, buddy.) “I bet you got that tattoo long time ago, … Continue reading Fred is Dead
HIS VOICE. I had to hear it again. UGH. Not that I wanted to, AT ALL, but I had to. Phone calls from the mortgage company, asking for my ex-husband, were growing in repetition now over a month. I’m not involved with the Texas house anymore. I said to him, peacefully, I didn’t want any … Continue reading American History Why
My book options are either a rich girl with predictable life problems or a rumpled copy of a vampire story. Like Suzanne on Orange Is The New Black, I feel, “Vampires are derivative,” so I stick with the somehow New York Times Bestseller paperback. There’s literally nothing to do between med checks, so I designed … Continue reading The Puppy Is A Poet
[This was performed on June 25th at Oral Fixation’s LBGT Open Mic Night hosted by Sawgrass Tiki Bar in St. Petersburg’s Grand Central District. The next day, Supreme Court ruling finds same-sex marriage legal in all 50 states of the U.S.! Just sayin…] We’re at the Center of The Universe! The festival, that is, although … Continue reading Send Me An Angel Revision #4 (04.01.17)
This week I commemorate two years of living in The Treehouse, and the metamorphosis from shadow artist to blissful writer. During the journey, I made time to answer questions long unaddressed, by reading, reflecting and journaling. Constant journaling. This particular journal entry is one of my favorites; for one, expression of style really emerged, as … Continue reading Do I Care?
Police knock at the front door. The lock is picked. “Sheriff’s Office!” I scurry to the bathroom and press into the far left corner. If he opens fire, I’ll be out of range. This will be Eviction Number Four, in the two years I’ve lived here. The first eviction seemed legitimate. A couple, young, brash, … Continue reading Eviction Number Four
The screen flashes my age: 26. Then a figure in a triangle shape, signifying female. After that it displays my height, five feet eight inches. The screen clears to zero, which is the digital scale’s signal for me to place the pads of my feet on top of the sensors. The screen momentarily goes blank, … Continue reading You Don’t Have AIDS
Yesterday was a New Moon in Scorpio. You astrology enthusiasts know, the new moon signifies new beginnings, and the sign the moon phase occurs in determines the cosmic tone, if you will, for the cycle until the next moon. For me, new moon in Scorpio is usually a headbanger. I tend to experience something visceral … Continue reading “Death Is Real”
Hello, I am an artist. No, wait! Stay! Seriously, I’m cool. I’m an artist, and my arty name is Von Simeon. Because that’s what artists do; they give their creative persona a catchy name. Besides the naming convention, I also have arty tendencies to do arty things with other artfolk. We cruise events like we … Continue reading WE BE ARTY! (WARNING: Gratuitous Shower Scene)
Original Post Date August 14, 2013 at 01:32 PM Von finds the answers to her editing problems underwater. Dive in! The story goes, my siblings and I learned how to swim by being tossed in the deep end of the pool, and the goal was to reach the awaiting parent on the opposite end before … Continue reading I Come From The Water
Original Post Date June 05, 2013 at 04:22 PM The author collects her dreams as resources for story and character development. Recently entered in my morning pages: I had been dreaming. Argument between people, and I had to come between. We were a space colony, and the isolation was getting to people. But it was … Continue reading Lay Back, Close Your Eyes, Enjoy the Ride