If I were to be locked up for at least three months, I'd like to read the autobiographies of Sonia Sotomayor, Angela Davis, and Condoleeza Rice, then, A Farewell To Arms, the works of Heidegger regarding being-in-the-world in a technological age, and the Baghavad-Gita. That'd help construct a conceptual framework towards crafting an idea. I don't want … Continue reading Born At Age 40.
Sisters Delphi round their backs at the table called here time and again in seasons of woe Clarity their mastery, despite clouded eyes. Here we seat again A time of great despair and ruin Not since the fall of Rome in the hands of Nero have we witnessed such disgrace! My third eye weeps at … Continue reading Sisters Delphi
Divine Sisters Brothers of Light Keepers of the Divine Feminine Power. I will not keep silent anymore. I will use my voice for healing If my roar intimidates, be aware... ...unconditional love is trying to penetrate you. With my voice I awaken your demons invite them forward to play. Join me on this higher elevation … Continue reading Enter The Temple of Sekmet (and don’t forget to wear Red.)
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
I can't rant today, I feel too much to poet. My nieces and nephews are on my mind. But what I can do is let my art speak for me. As my voice, I offer an excerpt from my 2012 National Novel Writing Month novella, The Black Parade. It's sequel, The American Manifesto, was completed … Continue reading Smells Like Sulfur
When Maeve shows up in your spread, you freakin' pay attention! From The Goddess Oracle Deck, curated by Amy Sophia Marashinsky and illustrated by Hrana Janto, here's a poem featured for the goddess Queen. Take heed warriors: I am a Warrioress a Warrioress of the Heart I am Queen of the domain of myself I … Continue reading 2017: Unleash The Warrior
I took the flower bouquets I received Friday night and consolidated them into one mongo bouquet on the kitchen island. The vase it rests in is the same one from the exhibit, a gift from lady Brigid, the Bringer of Light. I wanted to depict onstage a woman's womb and its power to birth beauty, … Continue reading The Monday After
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 slapped on the visor and apron with uncertainty. Already I had worked the season opener for the local college team, now my volunteering efforts were geared towards opening day for the Tampa Bay Buccaneers. The USF game was its own special nightmare - scorching day, no breeze, collapsing bodies - but otherwise, sales at … Continue reading The Great White Male