Oops spells Opportunity

The strains, the stagnancy of stress The emphatic escalation of emotion I can’t express It’s like the illusion of ignorance During blissful smiles of self-inflicted duress Cacao is more of a yell than chocolatey goodness Where the cacophony of my mind won’t relent Until I spill words I don’t know like blood on pavement Like... Continue Reading →

Little Red Riding Hood is a Slut (Pt. 1)

My first ever Fucked Up Fairy Tale. 1. Didn't an act of love seal Little Red's fate? Sure, Grandma wasn't there, but here's the truth from that day (if you care): Red was planning a special date. She was so sick of Granny's critical stares, a cross-dressing wolf - especially male -was to Red delightful... Continue Reading →

Find the Middle

The middle road is seemingly less and less travelled anymore. Admittedly, this is a generalization, as I'm not going around giving a census. At a minimum, extremes are what is portrayed in everything I read, see, or interact with on the internet.  The art of conversation is dying, as most people are more interested in... Continue Reading →

Fearing Craziness Made Me Crazy

At first, I thought meditation was going to cure me and solve all of my problems. I still don't know if the struggles I have are chemical or situational in nature. I suspect both. I think society, materialism, and our chattering monkey brains are contributing to the rising diagnoses for depression, anxiety, ADHD, and bipolar. I... Continue Reading →

Alan Watts Meets Sons of Anarchy

I’m about to wrap up season 3 of my current Sons of Anarchy binge, and when I’m not Netflix’ing, I’m generally Mom’ing, which includes hours and hours of cleaning, cooking, and -ing ing.  Anyway, when I’m not doing the whole parenting part of Mom’ing, I typically have Alan Watts going.  There’s something beautiful about washing... Continue Reading →

Rag Doll

My soul twin, beautiful sister, and one of the most incredibly talented poets I know, Yaskhan gave me the privilege and joy of collaborating on a poem with her.  Together, we created Rag Doll.  (If you don't already follow her, please do, you'll be glad you did!) Well, I'll be damned With a swift kick... Continue Reading →

Meta(ph)oreplay

The wayward spirit inside With tempting apple nibbled like the neck of a lover Whose love is forbidden Naked knowledge splayed Behind the fig leaf hidden The woman made me do it A blameful, shameful salad tossed The temptress reincarnate As a virgin pure Birthing our salvation While being called a whore We all die... Continue Reading →

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