writing

:: heads ( new poems)

When it's time to change, we look to the closet.

:: books

Books. I read them and write whatever comes to mind first. This started as a way to let my friends know what I'm up to. But now I'm addicted. I can't read anything decent without ingesting it into my little world and spitting it out wholly changed. Don't trust anything I say about these authors.

:: entries

Of course I'll tell you about my life. About my menstrual cycles and the occasional bouts of seasickness in the desert. I'll tell you everything.

:: old poems

This is a collection of past work. I began writing a long time ago. On the backs of index cards. These little poems might of stayed on index cards if it wasn't for Misty and Jimmy. Blame them for everything you read.

:: the book of questions

Homer wasn't a writer. He didn't drink coffee for long hours in front of the blinking cursor. The Oddessy just tumbled out of him in large heaps. Like a brash whim in an overcrowded bar, he always got the girl.