Tag: Love


I thought that I had escaped unscathed There were no arguments, no fighting, no raising of voices.  It ended how it began…quietly and in the dark.  As the rain came down in thick soft dollops that penetrated through our hooded sweat shirts the sharp cold woke me up, refreshed me, cleansed me. It was easy, the physicality of it.     I was moving on … Read More Trust

Love means…

that you are loved.   My romantic relationship has ended but I am still deeply loved.   I am no longer going to sleep  in someones arms but I am still being held close.   I am no longer coming home to someone but when I arrive I am greeted with incredible warmth   I no longer have that one person the illusion of … Read More Love means…


My Body’s not a Cage

“My Body is not a Cage” was written for “Burlesque and Why”   a stage play produced by Dottie Lux, the founder of Red Hots Burlesque.  Her goal was to give the audience an insight into what is beneath the glitter and glam.  A chance to see that our performances are deeper  than the foundation that goes on our faces.  I was incredibly honored … Read More My Body’s not a Cage

Writer’s Block: It must be love

My first boyfriend doesn’t count because he never “crushed” me… My first was in first grade and he used to stand on the lunch room table and scream “I’m in love with Irene McCalphin” It was utterly embarrassing. Not to mention that he got detention for it every time.  I would wait for him after school standing next to his mother who was this … Read More Writer’s Block: It must be love


I have been for the past three years a woman haunted. Haunted, followed, shadowed by this shade that refuse to let me go. This thing that screams look at me see me avenge me I did not know this until yesterday 3 years ago I misdiagnosed myself as crazy, unhinged and simply bitter… needing for education in the fine art of processing guidance in … Read More Haunted

Personal Truth # 8: Love is

Sometimes I look at you and I wonder how it happened I wonder if you see it as mystical and as magical as I do. I wonder if you notice how everything had to come into synergy for us to be the way we are with each other now. For the better part of a decade I thought I knew what love was. It … Read More Personal Truth # 8: Love is

Good Timing

“They’re everywhere” You state “Who” I ask “Those kids… ” I pause and look up at you.  You are grimacing slightly.  It is painfully cute and I want to laugh. “You do know what we are doing right… I mean… seriously” “This is different”  you snort  almost indignantly “This is childish” A tiny ring rises up from the bin. “Hmmm that’s too early are you setting … Read More Good Timing

Baby Mushrooms

For those of you who don’t know we are kinda spoiled out here in California.  Some people out here are actually shocked to realize that racism still exists. When I recount stories from my childhood they cringe and say ooooooommmmmgeeeeeeee seriously dude.  They are rather dismayed to find that in certain areas of the United States your life expectations, habits, and activities are still … Read More Baby Mushrooms



My city is drowning I turn on the tv. I want to know what is happening. I don’t know how to feel . . . what to feel. I see. My city drowning. I see my people black and bruised and begging and screaming and dying. The faces are all familiar. Voices all heard before. There is violence and desperation. “I hear they are … Read More Drowning

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