I was feeling my own sun die away When I spotted these cones on my walk home the other day. It’s...

We all get some clean, fluffy something, to balance out the mess To hug us in the spa-less To...

I know that when we’re approaching 20, what’s considered “profound” or “groundbreaking” may only...

To the canned buffalo meat of me. To my consumption. To the stuffed bears and all other far cries...

Why not pick your teeth of the region’s finest sardines, before hopping that plane. Before...

Is there something wearing you? Something wearing you down, ironically, by way of your distance?...

I descended into that musty place and found colors usually attached to me, pleasantly fanned out...

Wearing the felt flower hair tie of a stashed high school dance costume, in my old studio. One of...

I spy again, or fly again, or I’m just me… again. Because I happened by these unknowable children...

At the corner of Narcissism and Denial… are the Brambles. Excerpt from a poem of my BETRAYAL...

I’m a sap for heart shaped anythings gifted to me, but I know better than to consider them...

Excerpt from my poem “Mourn Out the Candy Corn of Memory”. Click HERE for the video in which it’s...

Thank you, David Bowie, for having been uncompromising with who you are, and for giving a deeper...

Excerpt from my poem “Mourn Out the Candy Corn of Memory”. Click HERE for the video in which it’s...

This vintage polka dotted dress was gifted to me by my dear friend Shana after the death of her...

He brought me flowers, and they breathed into me the fortitude of four women, as I managed to meet...

I sat in a white chair in the middle of her white living room, one January Wednesday. In the chair...

A shot from a shelf in my studio, featuring a salvaged metal box hosting the photo of a mystery...

I just discovered this photo of myself… evaluating some of my earliest relationship art pieces....

When you remember his toasted words, “Here’s to our new relationship” from the other side of the...

Here’s a little self-portrait / photogram composite and part of a larger installation I made at...

I was just going through a stack of old snaps I’d taken with my film camera back in my early days...

Cyril Connolly said, “The artist one day falls through a hole in the brambles, and from that...

THE VERY REAL LINK BETWEEN SUPPRESSED EMOTIONAL PAIN AND CANCER My therapist said that betrayal is...