Small Poetics

I try to walk as quietly as possible through the world except for writing. When I write, I say, “See me,” I say, “Fucking look and don’t flinch.”

But First

I am broke AF as an artist who is starting a business while getting divorced right now (just being my blunt little self) and am really trying to sell my work. I also want to get back into my daily studio practice - so this is two birds, one stone. Go check out the pieces in my shop and consider supporting my work by purchasing if you dig something. I want them to go to a home where they will bring joy. Here is a little video about it - and some fun news about a new studio space that I think is at least a little amusing.

& Now Short Poems In Prose

Lately, I have been taking a lot of inspiration from overhearing conversations, listening to other artists and poets speak in conversation with one another, texts I send and receive, and conversations I have with others. Many of these short poems are born from that.

“I have a rapist you can kill if you wanna'“

— a text sent at 4am

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You kissed me, and I wasn’t afraid.

I kiss people, and I feel afraid.

— you felt safe but you lied

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He says he is constantly putting out fires.

I know I am the constant fires.

— fuck me for having needs