What do I know? Cheesecake on my fork and before at the market I search out for organic fruit. In the air and I have a shot of vertigo, then again I don’t want to be heavy laden and weighed down on the floor. Is there a middle ground? Is the balance exactly even, not see-sawing in constant motion? I feel like all things and nothing at all, always in flux, what seems constant is night and day.
“True Transformation is subtle
Witnessing one petal drop, one after another
Irreversible, gives the mute a verse or two
Uncover Lover your many hues.”
Sam I Am Montolla
Working with the youth for the past 3 years has taught me one thing: I have turned into my mother. The realization was unsettling at first. What child wants to know that they turned into the person that they were seeking independence from ( a good portion of my life ) and now I say “It’s not so bad!”. Those “I told you so” googly eyes has been lodged into my DNA, unsuspected and comes out just as quietly. Now I’ve accepted it. Fight all I want, it won’t change much, it is already within me. (more…)
You will always find yourself naked in a room full of people when you’re an artist. Theoretically speaking, of course. There is no way you can not show that most vulnerable side of yourself whether you wanted to or not. The crowd may fall for the idea that artists having the most confidence than everyone but that may be more farther from the truth. If we want to breakdown the word ‘Confidence’, then yes we are definitely confiding in you and in ourselves, trusting it is well-received. Perhaps we are underground people-pleasers, hoping that you the audience will just like us, but we don’t want to admit it. Or going in more deeply, please ourselves. (more…)
I am compelled to write. Write about I don’t know. Sometimes I’m convinced everything has been already said and all words have been spent. But then I think, ‘there is no reason for my own self-defecation. My sweet release is waiting for me to take letters into my own hands. I mold them into my sanctuary, my memories are safe from the Boogieman.’ (more…)
The power of NO is never diminished and can bring joy to our daily lives. The more we grow into adulthood, the harder it is to say. This word can flow freely out of a babe’s mouth (Top 15 baby words #7), it makes you think how this might be a learnt behaviour not to say it. To accept anything, sometimes going against your own will, is what we do when we see how it effects others by the answer we make. I will say the word “NO” is an important word in more ways than one. (more…)
The lights are up
Rum poured in my cup
In the air, holiday song rings
You’ve done all you can do
Spent countless hours finding the perfect gift
But what would be perfect is all of you.
What is it about power that once within our grasp is so invigorating but in an instant can overwhelm us, swallowing us whole with one gulp. A vicious cycle that ends with destruction and heartache. We can envision in our minds the hero and heroine that breaks through to save the day but is there something much more evil and sinister at work? It’s invisible it seems until it’s face to face with us. We have lost it; once we grasped it, we will do anything to not let it go. (more…)
This barrier between you and me is something that flutters. It never stays still even when I hold on to it. It’s smooth, satin touch is comfort to my hands, I let it go and it dances in (more…)
An example of resilience of the spirit.