a diary of words, paper and other ephemeral things

Tag: Embodied

  • 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.

  • Playful collages

    One of the stickers for this month’s mail club 🦋 sign up on Ko-fi
  • left behind: a poem

    not just debris

    from the storm

    fallen twigs and

    forgotten string

    small dwelling

    for growing

    found the ground

    from its

    sky-kissed perch

    oh, to scoop it up

    to hold this proof

    to dampen the structure

    with saltwater tears

    We are luckily safe after Fridays’ storms but there is damage throughout town.

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  • 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.

  • 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

  • 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?

  • 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.
  • 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