Child’s Voice

When I was a young girl, I would wish I could be invisible, to the eyes that looked for me in the dark of night. My bed was not my imaginary princess castle; It was the  birth place for evil. A grown man’s twisted mind, my small body he did find. I was four. He … More Child’s Voice

Crazy Talk

There are days, like today – where I run through that phrase ‘People who are really crazy don’t know they are crazy’ in my mind, and I think of all the times I have been called mad, or that I have wondered if I am. It is a serious ‘point’ of thought for me because … More Crazy Talk

Genetic Malfunction

There are people in my world who love and adore me regardless of my crazy that I don’t always keep tucked in. I love them and am grateful for them. But there are occasions where I see the facial expression on the person I am interacting with (loved one or stranger) where they fail to … More Genetic Malfunction


Dance with me, Walk with me. Look at me. Need me. Show me. Want me. Smile for me. Breathe for me. Listen to me. Cry with me. Bend for me. Deviate for me. With me. Care for me. Love me. Sing to me. Read to me. Share with me. Walk away from me. Turn your … More Me?


Your simplicity is lost on me, lost – because I don’t care. Lost in that space in my head where I put the insignificant. Meaningless people. Meaningless questions. Meaningless lip service. Your taunts are not unnoticed but they are unwelcome. I will ignore you for now. I will quietly imagine my fingers wrapped like bleeding … More Idiot.

Love and Hate

I like NYC yellow taxi cabs. I like London phone booths, even if they smell like piss on a Friday night. I like rust on fences and drain pipes. Just because, I do. I like fishnet stockings on other women, nearly as much as I like the way it sounds when you rip them. Intentionally, … More Love and Hate

Mental Bleach

I often lean back in my swivel chair, and note my fingerprints on the glass desk that I work on. It is a dark, almost black, thick and beautifully large piece of glass balanced on two ‘A Frame’ cast iron stands. It takes four people to move it. But the metaphor here, for me, is … More Mental Bleach