Reminder to self: you’re pretty much magic. I, like you reading this post, forget at times just how fiercely badass I am. Bipolar blurs the line for me often when I’m on the cusp of an emotional breakthrough. One moment I’m self-assured fabulous and the next I’m fretting about somewhere between calamity and chaos. I…
Tag: conversation
the bedlam of your beauty.
i find myself frequently penning these words together lately. like most of my scribes the meaning unfolds after i’ve had a moment to digest the sounds of their syllables. so, i thought i would elaborate on this incognito phrase in more intimate detail. indulge me with your curiosity if you will dear reader. bed•lam, noun:…
conversing with a cowpoke.
Patti Smith is my philosophical cowpoke. She appears in my drifting dreams; dialogue with her occurs while I sleep. Much like the “mysterious cowpoke [who] chanced upon in a dream to determine the course of the rock poet’s memoir, M Train,” Patti Smith reminds me, much like her cowpoke does, that “it’s not easy writing…
my own conversation with warhol.
i like my alone time. serene solitude. quiet moments where i can manifest and ponder. however, sometimes in my restful respite the odd lad or lass pops in to offer his or her companionship. he’s an artist or she’s a muso. he’s a pop culture icon or she’s a rock legend. i seem to appreciate…
a conversation with mr hamilton.
many people will laugh at me for admitting this (especially since i’m soon to be 31) but i adamantly believe that adults can have make-believe friends. or as i prefer to call them, ‘silent muses’. it shouldn’t just be the five-year olds that are privy to seeing pixies, space cowboys and magic ponies. by birth right –…
static confusion. 