i keep dreaming of ink flowing across my body a never-ending cascade of art, permanently etched, making me smile when i wake up in the morning and shuffle to the mirror, rub the sleep from my eyes and remember that i'm a walking canvas. last night, i dreamt that my mother and i went to … Continue reading Walking Canvas
Baristas. Especially ones with mustaches and suspenders. Cinnamon scones, lightly toasted. Adding to my extensive nail-polish collection. The discovery of new drink flavors [chai tea latte + ginger!]. New sandals. Freshly sharpened pencils. A big white canvas and a shitload of paint. When my hair gets huge and curly. A warm breeze when its 65 … Continue reading What Makes Me Happy, for No Apparent Reason
Once upon a time… they were folded wings, going all along her back, in silver and white patterns huge and multicolored and beautiful this tattoo had taken a few weeks to complete a lot of pain but it had been worth it, in the end as she dreamed, she slept in her dream and … Continue reading I’m awake II
My body is waking up I knew because my mind was asleep, and my thoughts were groggy, but my limbs were awash with life and Movement. I look at the clock – it’s 3 am, why am I awake? Did something startle me? Was there a noise? Nothing stirs, nothing whispers. Even my curtains are … Continue reading I’m awake.