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Artist, writer, unapologetic progressive, LGBTQ+ ally
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I finished this poem that I posted in rough draft form last week. I’m pretty happy with it now. It’s about connections that blaze across time and space.
I’ve lived with my new tattoo for about six weeks now and I have no regrets. It makes me feel more like myself.
I am really proud of this poem, but I'm sort of afraid to have other people read it. But I'm being brave and posting it. What good is a poem if nobody reads it?
This is my favorite bracelet, a gift from Kathryn. it is Morse code for “fuck it” and it makes me feel like an absolute badass.
I wrote a thing this afternoon. I don’t know how finished this is and I would love any feedback or editorial comments.
I didn’t think I had poetry in me anymore… but somehow I have found the right key to that long-closed door.
I wrote twelve lines about experiencing pain, and there’s a lot more where this came from. Writing it out doesn’t lessen the pain, but if even one person reads my words and feels seen… well, that’s everything.
In 1994 I wrote a six paragraph story about an alien abduction. I’m reasonably sure it’s not autobiographical.
It’s always hard for me to know when creative work is actually “done,” but I guess I am ready to release this poem into the world. Writing and editing it didn’t take me as long as I thought it would.
I was at Lollapalooza 1991! And I got hit in the head with a turkey leg in the cup fight during Siouxsie’s set. Good times!