It's just a fucking table woman.
The Hostess with the Mostess
Give yourself credit for still being here, for still showing up in the world, every day, no matter what the world throws at you, you’re still here.
Part poetry, part art.
A Tribute to the Coffee Table Book That Never Was
Because she didn't know she was allowed to have a voice.
Middle-aged Body Poesy
Part 1
I want to have that feeling of freedom at some other point in my life besides when I’m manic and running away.
Oh my love. I’ve missed you so. What the fuck took you so long?
Because chronic illness is bullshit and fucking sucks.
Love poesy.