Category Archives: musings

like sex
I forced my creativity
setting aside hours in the day
to shoot half a roll of film

which resulted in
satisfaction with just a few
accidental
organic photographs

I’m currently amidst an emotional coma
my physical body is playing her part
laughing when she’s supposed to
submitting when duty calls

I love wearing socks
as much as I love
my barefeet
to the earth

I love being pantless
as much as I love
my features being accentuated
in a skin tight skirt

I love being naked
as much as I love
layering baggy clothes
over my bare skin

women were invented
long before clothes
don’t ever say
she was asking for it

a month ago
I tried to write my story
I never could’ve imagined
where I’d be today

we’ve been shaken at our core
wearing nothing but our underwear
the only article of clothing left
before utmost vulnerability

the level is rising
the salt dissolving
as the water laps around
my bushy mound

I can’t stop thinking about
sea levels rising
and how my own vagina
is a complete stranger 

it’s the first day of spring
the ocean is speaking
she wants you to come in
comforting, like a womb thing