In the spirit of my having one wacky-ass completely out of character week, I present for you the Tits poem… I painted this poem at a community art class I attended a year or so ago. Everyone else was doing mosaic, and there I was writing words like tit and cock and trying to figure […]
Been thinking about praying recently, which reminds me of this poem which I always have somewhere around me – like on my wall (if I have a wall), or as a screensaver. Yeah, praying and knowing. Speaking of poetry, I found a poetry gig in LA – open mic tomorrow night at Da Poetry Lounge […]
… Since we’re talking about this whole feminism thing now. (This is actually interestingly intriguingly (ha ha) the first painted poem I ever did (as in the first time I painted a poem rather than just type it all up or scribble it out in a notepad) About two years ago. just popped right on […]
A couple of years ago I did a series of poems about feminism and I thought I was finished with all that but apparently not – since this one popped up last week. And then I went to MOCA yesterday (Museum of Contemporary Art) … which got me writing about it all over again. But […]
It’s true. A friend suggested when you start a blog to not tell anyone that it’s easy to get a feel for your voice without thinking about what all your friends and other people will think. (She also said not starting the blinking thing in the first place is like suicide for creativity.) And I’m […]
(About the new arms and legs bit – yeah, it’s not totally straight forward and you might have your own meaning, but for me, it says things are different now, you have new beliefs and habits and your body is all totally rejuvenated with new cells and organs too so you don’t need that old […]
Just a little reminder for you, and for me as well, that we can change stuff really quick if we can just remember we can. Ah, yes. Keeping it Real Simple Easy.