Featured in EZWay Magazine's Winter 2020 Issue By Kendra Muecke How has social media impacted the way my mind interacts with its environment? I pose this question to myself, as I look down, noticing that I am in the midst of opening the Instagram app on my phone. It’s become a mode of autopilot. I… Continue reading Social Interaction in a Social Media Landscape
I watched a video this afternoon describing the trope of the ‘dumb blonde’. Makes me feel all that more relevant. Shucks, intelligent. A character who manifests throughout the decades - growing from silverscreen stereotype to glowing gal next door to more. More than a bombshell or a joke-worthy corner-stone to be moved around, it made… Continue reading Marilyn Mansfield
Thought I saw your name etched up on my tree, Looped in sweet conjecture, spelling along with me. Decidedly of my own accord, transmuting pause along the shore. and yet an offer to move on, and yet to linger seemed choice strong. until that day you waved that I was on my way into the… Continue reading when the circus comes to town
With intentions to help, I do nothing but kill. I fill up with air, and give up my ability to feel. • I forget about reality, I forget about trust, I tell you I am sorry, I am so very sorry, I must. I’ve let go of your hand, I’ve come to terms with our… Continue reading Puppet Act
She is the Bluest of roses and truthful to me. The Vivre to my Axel of guttural Joie. She’s like the sound-wave that caresses thought, Fills me with melodies and reminds me of dreams forgot. She’s like the trust I place in composer to play the hand instead of fold her. Like a letter I… Continue reading About the Coy in Hues Standard
“Now, I know I’ve got a heart, because it’s breaking.” — The Tin Man PROJECT NON-ARCH: 🦋 OPERATION CLOWN SCHOOL 🤡🏫 my 2nd book will be officially published this Friday, 9/13. In honor of the release of this long form prose poem dedicated to my expansion past & through subconscious mishandling, I will be clueing… Continue reading Wizard of Awws Programming
there is a golden road, celebrated highway, between the dance ‘round the sun of night and if you smile shouts amiable to follow the sunshine woven catharsis of delight. everybody poses for flashes to glance and diagonal jigs to skip with grin. a cross-section of a two-step and the surroundings noticing she’s with the awes… Continue reading see that girl
the downtown abbey of my glance is beetles on my right, a rimmed circumference of wedged plants, Directing morphed shape, relief that I can bare my legs at night. I can welcome light conversation of “when is your next performance?” “Do you have a plus one?” or “Are you sure you don’t want to have… Continue reading Singed Aperture in G Major
{ 'Tis to be a flower, and so exact. Allowed to be alive and filled with fact - and once upon a theme, I found -- the craft - To be, To be, To be, Softly found on the brink of budding endeavors, whilst being two themes. } ___________________ Poem from book: “The Politics of”… Continue reading field notes: slanted poetry, tales of provoken sound
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