I know that tangerines are delicious. You know, those little oranges? I know that I never raised my voice at a tangerine. You know, they peel easy. I know what it is to be out up to no good and looking for trouble when somebody comes up all of a sudden and hands me a […]
You would’ve been 76. Six months after your death, I’m still stunned. I’m just not in touch with what it means to no longer have a mother on the physical plane. There are so many reminders that: “Here is the woman who brought you into this world.” Now you’re gone and I still exist. In […]
I wish you would have talked to me about stages of life. I wish we would have had a serious talk about transitions. Shit, I wish you would have talked to me about energy.
I had my first psychedelic experience at a young age by becoming sick with the flu. As I was lying in bed, swirling patterns in the shadows covered the entire ceiling.
I’m excited to announce that I will possibly have two books out this year–Vast + Spacious and Next Age. Both poetry books, but with Vast, it’s a collection of journal entries, culled by my friend K.F. Blasco Solér, so it’s super intimate and raw and a little heartbreaking. Next Age, still in progress, is my […]
As ideas materialize they don’t always make for the best of conversations, nor should they be a part of the conversation, at least the ones you’re invited to.
Observe with some clarity your transitions. Sometimes someone is going to help you through, tremendously, maybe just a little, maybe not at all.
Trust no one/ became a part of his DNA…
Whenever I light up Nag Champa incense I think of a long string of Hindu temples up the East Coast where we banged drums and cymbals and did our black magic.
Where much of my work in poetry is in the abstract, other parts of me crave a marked progress.