Tag: creativity

• water me

  threads of being 

  curl through every cell

  of this body

  arms   chest    heart

  opening like a flower

  crying nectar at the 

       sunrise

  penetration of light

  both

       pleasure and

            pain

  

  2026.04.07

• 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?

  

  2026.04.03

• 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

  

  2026.04.02

• 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 💚

  

  

  

  

  

  

  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.

  

  2026.04.02

• is that word alive

  AI trained on human souls

  yet their words taste like

  pink plastic left

  in the sun too long

  I’d like to think I can tell

  when words don’t have a body

  like scraping the knee

  on the playground asphalt

  or bumping the funny bone

  or drinking water underneath

  scorching sun

  

  2026.03.27

• loving gaze

  Where it began: stilt houses

  Skeletal remains emerging

  from algae-green pools

  Awe blooming at heart level

  for faded places, forgotten

  I whisper “thank you for open eyes”

  now I lovingly see

  crooked barns

  crumbling factories

  boarded-up businesses

  debris piles left behind

  wild-torn houses

  places hold people, hold stories…

  and now no one is left

  to tend to these places,

  they were once a flurry of

  motion, aliveness, everyday mundanity

  now no one bothered

  to even tear them down

  burn remains

  memorialize their time here

  honor what was

  

  2026.03.26

• 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

  2026.03.26

• 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

  

  2026.03.25

• I see it in the pieces and in the whole

  

  

  

  2026.03.18

• What are we making today?

  

  2026.03.06