I’m an artist... retired professional singer and stage actor, a writer, a bead artist, a sculptor, collage-er, I make accessories, am an activist and organizer, amateur chef (key word here is, “amateur,”) and Auntie extraordinaire.
To my younger self:
Breathe in their bitter pain Take it for a while Feel it and taste it on the bitter back of your bumpy tongue Get to know it like you know your own, you little owl
Earth and Sky
Remember the trauma contained in your body on your very worst day? Like the day your dog died when you went home from college for Christmas and your dad broke the news on the way home from the airport.
Heart on My Sleeve
Heart on my sleeve The place we get punched The place we get shots Why would I want to wear my heart there? Maybe you could tattoo an anchor on the very spot, one that says, “MOM”
REACHING FOR ANYTHING
Reaching for anything: Anything, a Bubble That might keep me afloat, and give rest to my ever churning legs. The dark and toothy menace far below
Ear to the ground, silent Listen to thrumming ground, low, At first, mere hint of a feeling Expectant dust rises distantly
A generous slice of humble pie never did hurt no one oh, it may smart a while, but it never really hurts... when the heat starts to melt the cheese,
The Rarest Unicorn
A little while ago, there lived a Unicorn named Golden. Golden was a Lustrous Unicorn, the rarest kind. She was a smart, strong, clever and creative unicorn... and beautiful.
A girl at almost 13
She’s so used to hiding from hurt and hoping for love and insanely repeating the putting on of glasses the color of a rose She rose in the morning the day of the show, alight to perform what she’s learned, for an audience, in her outer space costume of yellow spandex leotard and thin black tights