shred

shed

change what was

said

with parts

in the past

You spin me round round

Round round I spun you.

Cake Mix:
Part I of my mix at Carly's birthday party

Six, Teen Candles

From the desk of

The only thing I love more than updating my blog is not updating my blog.

Upcoming events worth noting:

Growing up, birthday parties were synonymous with piñatas – piñatas filled with candy, piñatas filled with money & piñatas filled with flour (the adults in my family were funny, real funny). Carly celebrates her birthday the only way I knew growing up:

I’ll be filling Kate Tsang’s shoes behind the laptop & speakers. We will celebrate with NYC in mind and you in our hearts & dancing feet.

And, if you’re not exhausted from the piñata bashing, then good – I‘ll see you the following night for my dear friend Stephanie’s birthday party. For this we migrate from LA to Orange County. A warehouse Halloween celebration, no flyer for this one, little ones, sorry:

I’ve retired my Warhol wig for something more contemporary & timeless.

I'll leave you with a view from behind my desk at work:

Inside my desk, top drawer: Rosebud salve, stress-relieving lotion, dove chocolate squares

long week & weak days

we've got love
and hate, it

is the only way

something you can clutch

if i were to, and you
might as well, be

filled with pebbles & pearls—

there would be a sinking
feeling, rocks inside you
& me, stringing
a long something
for you to
choke with

Living life on a computer keyboard: hit return.

a city two love





some say love
is a place

i was

convinced,

i fled the country
side on the side

streets, trying to find

a city inside you
and the stare-
way in
to heaven

beside you

hear the art hear the art;

broken hearts.




provocative




limp
ankles & wrists
rest in your mind—

a sleep in your eyes
where hands held
a time, less beautiful
now
with the present

in hand

you want to leave me

tongue tied
trying to say
in knot
so many words—

you’ve created a noose
& tightened my lips