Tag Archive | change
9/29/16
If you told my law-breaking 16 y.o self that I’d be protecting others, ex-con turned good samaritan, wearing cuffs and posing for mugshots gone citizen arresting rogue agent, I wouldn’t have believed you. But here I am, certified and ready for action.
Seasons Changing – 5/20/16
Time passes when you let it. Stuck hanging in previous seasons – losing all meaning and sense of mindfulness. Not even sure I saw this years spring bloom. Granted, it happens overnight here in Minnesota. Ice thaws. Frost ridden leftovers of a cold, chilled heart melts. Traces of blood still all too visible in what […]
Seasons Changing – 5/20/16
Time passes when you let it. Stuck hanging in previous seasons – losing all meaning and sense of mindfulness. Not even sure I saw this years spring bloom. Granted, it happens overnight here in Minnesota. Ice thaws. Frost ridden leftovers of a cold, chilled heart melts. Traces of blood still all too visible in what […]
Expressionism – Cont. – 2014 and beyond.
Hey everyone. Long time no see, right? Hope whoever is reading this is doing well. Life, as you know, gets busy and these last few months have been packed. Making it a point to set some time aside and get back to sharing some writing though. Earlier this year I released raw versions of my […]
Expressionism – 10-24-13
Can I keep blaming this on you? Probably not anymore, huh. A year, 365 long fucking days, I’ve been squeezing heartbreak for all it’s worth. And you’re far from aching. Healed over time while it’s just reopened wounds for me. Or maybe you’re aching just as hard, if not harder. That’s a scary thought. Just […]
Expressionism – 10-29-13
I’m not keeping myself alive these days. Never have been actually. The biggest difference is I want to keep myself alive these days. What’s changed? A lot! Something.. Nothing. Money stays on the lowest end of the tax bracket scale. Still working dead-end retail, hoping hard word pays-off. Still growing increasingly frustrated by the lack […]
Don’t Change a Thing
As promised, this post is the beginning of some older writings. Dug through mostly filled notebooks, some old, some new. Some of these excerpts are from 2014, 2013, and on, all the way back to 2008. These were written to women, for women, about women, or about life and stuggle. My topics don’t vary much […]
Long Legs in the Twin Cities 