• The Stars Winked, They Knew It Too

    28/10/2015 - By 

    eight years ago. pasta and potatoes at every meal empty pockets; only food that fit my budget.  in a new city, needing a rebirth, living out of my suitcase, on the wrong side of the tracks. early mornings, up to catch the train. i watched drug deals happen and turned my face against the icy Spring wind that was trying to freeze me; wondering what I was thinking. <3 hustling on the phone to pay my rent, pay my debts. convinced by the eclectic crowd to grow to love the city, to learn to love the night life. the introvert…

  • A Poem About My Daughter

    24/05/2014 - By 

    When I was 14 I used to write a poem or two or ten every day. I have notebook upon notebook. Just those plain black coiled notebooks. Most of it is TERRIBLE. I was never formally trained so they have no rhythm and I couldn’t tell you what type of poem any poem is- of mine or anyone else. I grew up completely enamored with Lord Alfred Tennyson and E.E. Cummings and read their poetry over and over. Growing older I realized some song lyrics are very much poetry as well; such as everything by Leonard Cohen and Hawksley Workman’s…