coffee talk memories   moonbeams in the cold, black coffee quakes in the chipped cup just out of reach of my fingertips on that damn shelf you built for me: glass shards in concrete, wrapped in honey-stained fir… re-purposed dock planks where we first fucked, embraced…

This Accident of Being Lost (Leann Betasamosake Simpon)   these dark trees breathe for me many times a day when I cannot walk myself – no longer able to take one more step or falling breathless into holes in the path edged with grasses too tall…

People are complex and sophisticated though hopeless and helpless when left to their own devices. I thought I was the only one trapped in the endless circle complexities of life decisions and consequences.  Carrying around this weight I just couldn’t shake off. It refused to…

at best you are beauty, sex, freedom in tiny drops of body fluid.   at worst you are ugly, barren, slavery, gigantic slabs of concrete.   they say over time, wet wears stone. (c) r. l. elke

In the middle of concrete chaos She looked over her shoulder Smiled, and winked At me Sending voltage through my veins I stood stoic, as a storm rage on inside In that 1 second of that smile and wink My live was never the same…

Finally. The pitter patter of little feet are heard only in the echo of my memory. I am an entertainer and it is time to put on the mask that hides Kim and creates Special K. This is what I long for during those hours…

I didn’t give a damn. I was feeling puckish.

Those Choices Virginia Carraway Stark Beautiful Ascended A thousand times I died Promising to return I saw no reason not To keep away from the other side Because It seemed like giving up And I didn’t want to leave the stage -plus there was this…

Hurry, Hurry! I’m late for a very i.portant date Like the White Rabbit, I am often scurrying to and fro Usually with multiple children in tow. And it never fails, No matter where I’ve hurried off to- It is more of the same Life has…

Dear Former Self Age 14 So what if you like girls?   Dear Former Self Age 17 I know what he did to you, it was not okay. Please go tell someone.   Dear Former Self Age 21 I know you like how it feels…