The first two therapists I saw were both pastors. While living with my parents, it was hard to even convince my mom to let me see a therapist, so a person of the clergy with a psychology degree was a good compromise for them. Continue reading Sliding Scale
Please check out this DOPE video/artwork by the one and only street artist Pache
The ballad of the lemon
(Small poem on chromatic prohibitions)
(Yellow sun-blinding yellow-yellow yellow)
If you eat lemons will not have your period
If you eat lemons you will not have satisfactions
If you brush your hair while you have “those” things
You block them for sure
Continue reading The Ballad of the Lemon
Artist Jennifer Shepit resides in Abbotsford, British Columbia, Canada where she constructs other galaxies with her bare hands, a bit of paint, and universes of imagination, so much so that I found myself sending poetry over to her to request her visual representation of my work. When I laid eyes on this piece of art, I love it so much that I am not even sharing a photo of it in this post as it is the part of a larger project that I cannot wait to reveal. I will say that it is more beautiful in person than it was in the image that she sent me upon completion, and I am stingily am holding onto the painting only parceling out glimpses to others as though it is a secret lover.
Please go view and purchase some of her work. You can view her page at Instagram at @jennifershepit and click here for her Etsy.
Today I woke up to a hangry father
who had been awake for a few hours
but didn’t have anyone to cook for him
so instead of cooking breakfast for myself
I made sure his fragile ego was fed
Continue reading Larki
The vein of the pelvis numbs
It slams the bone ridge
It thought of the night currents of the Sky
It thought of knowing
the Sand and the Moon.
It got wild
and surprised the Moon.
Continue reading Blue Sky.