people may say a women studies degree is useless, but i cannot stress how much i have to combat misogyny and racial & sexual stereotypes on the DAILY in my workplace. ranging from crass usage of “slut,” snide comments about trans* people, casual “that’s gay” remarks, or stating how a certain race…


her veins were the poetry
under her skin,
and her eyes
the starry expanse above me.

i wanted to take
her still-beating heart
from her chest
gently, oh so gently,
because it was the most beautiful thing
i had ever seen.

if only my hands
could grasp her tighter,
and if i could map
the highways in her head,
i think she could love me.

(via pen-names)


hardwired into our minds
are parts we often try to hide.
the dusty, the dirty,
the violent, the pathetic.
we want to appear as aesthetic
to the rest of the world
as is humanly possible.
but what happens,
I dare to ask,
when we come across a person
who begins to tear down our…

Inspiration. #words at the Red Bull art gallery event in Silver Lake last night. (at Mack Sennett Studios)


It is no secret that a song can take you back to a moment. Think of how many times you have heard your favorite song on the radio and you remember that night you were at a concert and the band played it. It transports you back to the moment instantly as the faulty camera of your mind does its…


"great writers are indecent people
they live unfairly
saving the best part for paper.
good human beings save the world
so that bastards like me can keep creating art,
become immortal.
if you read this after I am dead
it means I made it.”

- Charles Bukowski, The People Look Like Flowers at Last


Your flitting nature, in, out, here, there, and nowhere at once. You, too afraid to let go. Me, wanting to to disappear into your lies. It’s easy to run when you refuse to want, when you treat it all like it doesn’t exist. It is your greatest talent. That ache in your chest you desperately want…


It’s not an overly romantic statement. It is on post cards from sunny, tropical locales, after all. But if the right person writes it to you, it makes all the difference in the world.

The words appeared on my screen almost out of nowhere. The conversation wasn’t heading that way. I read them and…


Someone asked questions, and I have answers:

Favorite Bukowski novel: well, to be honest, I haven’t read any of his novels yet. I’m late to discovering him but I do have a book of poems that I like - Mockingbird Wish Me Luck

Gin or whiskey: whiskey, by far. I’m big into whiskey, bourbon, and scotch. I love the flavors, the texture, all of it, as I hits the tongue. Favorites are Bulleit, Single Barrel Jack Daniels, Johnnie Walker Double Black, and Macallan 18.

Is love real and what does it taste like: Yes, it is. At least I think so. I dunno, I’d say happiness, bitterness, pain, joy, and excitement all rolled into one. It lets feel the spectrum of emotion, sometimes all in a day. I think you can fall in love a little every day with someone new too. Someone you glance at a coffee shop or in the store. You know the feeling, your eyes dart back at them, quick spike in your heart rate. That’s the feeling.

Anyway, thanks for asking!