The moment we separated, did you say goodbye? Beyond the time you held me close, in your belly, you never knew me.  I hope you took care of yourself, I don’t want to think you were in peril and by all means, I hope my existence, in those few months of our lives together, didn’t … More goodbye…

Passing by… bye.

A moment to breathe…  A moment to think, or not… modern day zen garden of my mind. Light of outside dance, change, shock, amuse and for some reason, remind me how small and insignificant this moment is.  Getting lost in this lifting beat, string bass vibrate and jump from ear too ear as it crescendos … More Passing by… bye.

Train’s rave

This is the spot, where the diamond meets the 3rd row of ornate shapes, the marble is smooth and reflects back patterns within patterns.  As I stand here, a private rave echos through my ears… the beat, the ripple of symbols pulse toward a rumble that fades into an air of audible smoke. The transcending … More Train’s rave

The paper cut

Just as getting a paper cut, the pain I experience, passing by this spot, this place of my birth, everyday, is an annoyance.  The initial shock of vulnerability is faster than I can gasp as I look down and see a line of red.  Pain does not always surface but acknowledgment of that wound brings … More The paper cut

By the trash

I don’t know my mother nor my father. I don’t know how to be a daughter. It’s been told, to me, I was found nestled between a pea patch and the compost bin behind the city’s most coveted building. An architectural shrine to the city of beauty, art, music, science, religion and attraction that temps … More By the trash