a diary of words, paper and other ephemeral things

Tag: Attention

  • A studio update to show what I’ve been up to before and after my first market

    Shop all available art (as low as $5) and check out the care mail club membership on my ko-fi 🌟 the sticker ordered for members for the month of May is the collage about with the word now as the focal point. I love this piece and it reminds me of the importance of staying present. I am also working on a found poetry zine to enjoy, or to use as a creative prompt tool! I always include extra goodies in the shipments I send out, but care mail is generally an original artwork, a new sticker and a new zine every month. It’s my favorite offering at the moment 🌟 I should also note that Oracle art readings and collage paper packs can be found there as well.

    I appreciate you all!

    I also have 10 signed copies of my poetry book available here. You can also buy them (unsigned, and a bit cheaper) here. They are also available online at most major book retailers.

  • Two collages and a haiku

    opportunistic

    robin plays bath splashing in

    puddles of fresh rain

  • Angst

    I know you’re upset

    But here

    I carved a space

    In my heart

    Meet me there 

    We’ll have tea

    Not too strong 

    So we can still 

    go to bed early

    We’ll talk about the 

    meaning of 

    Our matching fingerprints

    You scribble tears on your face

    With blue crayon

    They fall, rain from your cheeks

    Splash into your cup

    Allow me to drink it for you

    It’s been long enough

    You don’t have to do this alone

    “Wolf turn”

    Episode five of the podcast Living Practice is live 💕 catch it here or find it on your favorite podcast platform.

  • will you accept this payment

    tended the garden of this mind

    brains weren’t  extraordinary

    I cling to the title:

    gifted

    press the label onto my shirt

    hand lingers above my breast

    delusion

    the tag tied round my toe in the morgue

    it’s all I ever was…until, you know

    I wasn‘t

    plummeting grades, marks don’t matter

    blackout nights, herded by strangers

    bra stuffed with money

    and tear-stained fights

    this body became

    the sacrifice;

    payment on the altar of

    expectation

    color me surprised

    you roll your eyes

    not impressed

    tell me this

    is it enough yet?

  • where do you see reflections of yourself?

    Feet pull me out the door

    And wind runs fingers

    through my hair

    It’s familiar:

    this soft, electric air

    between the storms

    Damp earth sinks beneath me

    I fall into lush moss

    and vibrant greens

    alive with rain

    I see myself here

    reflected back

    by tree roots

    and budding leaves

    There is family here

    in heavy water drops

    and curious bird eyes

  • New this week

    The Tarot Diaries segment on the four of cups is now live. Swipe through the photos for previews of what I dive into 💚

    Read more at Contemplative Creativity

    Below is my sticker design for Care Mail Club. Sign ups are $11 to receive a sticker, zine and original artwork…and sometimes extra goodies 😜 check it out on my ko-fi.

    The sticker shone below was from last month’s club mail. it’s available for $3 on ko-fi.

    The zine I made for The Glitch Witch’s zine quest
    My book is now available for purchase here on Ingram Spark, or you can find it (and the ebook version) on Amazon and B&N.
  • On feeling stuck creatively

    Creativity begets creativity. If you find yourself “stuck,” find another way to get creative…lower the stakes and have fun. It clears the channel.
    “Stuck” is the framework because you’re caught in the loop of expectation and pushing. All it does is crowd you with nonsense. 

    Nothing will flow if you don’t keep the channel open. Creative play is basically inspirational housekeeping.

    My book is now available to purchase

  • early afternoon

    12:34 

    while my daughter screams

    “I’M SO LUCKY”

    she found a quarter on the porch

    I think about 

    rollerblading because

    I don’t remember ever

    deciding to stop

    my son wants to eat a whole

    pizza for lunch

    the porch door is open

    I lay on the couch

    as that’s what I usually do

    I’ve bought so many 

    books and courses

    hoping to learn how to do things

    placing my trust

    in anyone’s hands but

    my own