Elevating a genre through sublime language — When we think about works of fiction we imagine characters and a storyline that we can fall into, losing ourselves for a brief while. Rarely does a book come along that offers tantalizing poetry as its description, and language that paints pictures so vividly the reader feels like they have…

Has the time come to censor what is classed as ‘entertainment’? — When I heard Amanda Palmer and Reb Fountain’s mash-up of “Blurred Lines” by Robin Thicke and “Rape Me” by Nirvana I was stunned into silence. It is raw, cathartic, and deeply revealing about the music we currently call popular, but who were these women? Amanda Palmer is a performance artist…

By only acknowledging the physical we miss the true weight we are all carrying and that we can choose to lift for others. I had a moment last night as I looked in the mirror while brushing my teeth for bed. It’s cringe-worthy to admit but I was lost in…

There’s a society-wide abusive relationship. Let’s end it. — I’ve been stuck in a loop, thinking about the changes that haven’t quite happened. The movements that rise and fall, again and again, gathering momentum as the public voice swells, only to fizzle out like a birthday balloon with a tiny hole. It mirrors an abusive relationship but it’s almost…

What has altered your perspective this month? — What book, story or piece of writing have you consumed this month that rattled your cage and shifted your perspective? Did you read a story that gave you an unexpected window into another life, country, or culture? Did you stumble over a biography that reminded you yet again, you never…

a poem — Could I hand you the keys to my home To every locked door And every secret within? Could I offer you the knowledge of my past The story of every scar And every aching wound? Could I reveal myself to you Uncover all my layers And stand naked to your eyes…

A poem — Light dances across the page Spilling out of my pen as it moves My energy, my love, my passion All flowing forth Seeking out your eyes There is sunlight in my hands The warmth of care Scorching heat of sensuality The things I create imbued with love Wrapping round you as you read…

A Poem. My Entry for “Be Open” Writing Contest (New year Vibes) — I love the new year I create as many of them as I can anticipation and excitement bubbling up as I run toward them ignoring the inevitable slump that I know will follow I love beginnings I start life over and over again ideas and possibilities dancing in my head hiding from the…