Poetry of the potty-mouthed, stream of consciousness variety. My lyrical landscape is in no way as majestic as Buddy Wakefield’s, but his poetry (and path) made me want to let the words spill out into freedom. Some of the most shameful and shitty things I’ve ever felt end up in my poetry, but my poetry is always written when my soul is shrieking out at me to just ‘be’ and accept where I am at. So take it as you will, growth is not always pretty.

To My Loves

Just For You

For two... My men... Once More

Puzzling Prize

I am a fucking woman!


Swim fucking fishy, swim

Dear UsGod/God...good god!


(shit) - Love and stuff

Placenta Humanum No