Razors and claws, talons everywhereGrasping at my bare skin Tearing off my flesh with every new wordYour tongue like ice to a struggling fire like mine All around a blizzard sets inMaking my skin paler, more fragile, easier to draw the satisfying red from my veinsThis is what they want? Isn’t it?For me to bleedTo live up to the contrast that is blood and fire on the days fresh snowTo add to the...

Dark waves rolling, crashing endlessly, without end…A world within a world, within a universeand yet each front quiet, not a word to be heard.The vastness of the sea - rich and empty. The shoreline empty, not another soul in sight.Never any other souls in sight.Always alone,even in places so filled with others, I do not appear to them,I do not exist. So I come to the sea,watching the waves rol...

It's been a thousand years or twenty minutes since I last wanted to dieDefinitely one of the twoI've been counting my breaths, are you counting as well?There's something inside of me that's golden,This core of hope I can't seem to qwell and I was wondering if you had any advice about that?I'm a billion years old or I haven't been born yetDefinitely one of the twoI exist in star stuff and the c...

I’m better now though 😬🤓🙃 

Pick and pull, tear away. How much will be left?

Who am I, really? She or I?

Upcoming art that’s in a show in Northampton, Massachusetts this October. The piece is called “Bottoms up.”

This is where I came from, not proudly.Evening blood rippling unevenlyAcross the icing of an artexed wall,A dining table for instance, busted,That airless intoxication of shame.Those were my days.Not Beirut or Belfast but home.The mind framing that jagged realityIn a spray of family snapshots,Laughing at itself in quiet times,Mutilating imagined enemies in dreams,A daily pill the cheapened pri...

Am I normal?Or am I just spoiledMy thoughts are nice And sometimes cruelI seem to be sweetKind and loving But inside I'm Confused, tired, and foamingMy thoughts are flooding meAm I normal?  

Many a day, morning, night I would look out my bathroom window and see a male neighbor in his thirties dancing up a storm with no music that I could hear.  Now you might say he had on earbuds but I don't think so.He looked just like this Aztec Dancer with his movements; his neck would elongate and move like that of a goose while doing some kinda 'duck walk' that would rival Chuck Berry.Then he ...