no matter how many fanciful realities I churn out at night, the morning still comes, and the ceiling is ordinary, my limits are ordinary… there is no spaceship parked out back, there is no fairy creature to make this man-child fly… the regularness of life bears down on me and I…

today is the day… she’s getting a brand new toilet and now she can go to outer space — jet propelled, rocket-fueled flush and those tiles underneath will be immaculate — no bathroom complaints for this one she’s getting a brand new toilet, one that doesn’t lose water, or hiss and…

I’m a dandelion puff blow me and I will scatter… on the outside I’m a little rough but on the inside is the stuff that matters… hold me gently by the stem and make a wish to the gods above or maybe you speak to the ones residing below — either way…

the dryer’s busted, so now the wet clothes must hang… sharing insecurities with you has been a beautiful revelation, of bodily metrics and shapes and sizes of things and parts of us we wish we could change I felt encouragement and trust and openness of the sort I’ve rarely experienced before…

with the gravest eyes and the sweatiest of palms, and with a trembling voice, held barely above a whisper, she said, well, I’m afraid to go out there and live life again… the life, she said, that chewed me up and spit me out, the life I was supposed to conquer…

she wore nothing but a spoon in her ear and a fork around her leg… stainless steel hanging as an earring from the lobe, dangling with a string of brilliant pearls — and the fork, twisted silver, a garter to hug her precious thigh, walking tall, head held high, down a…

I seek to live my truest life and the search goes on and on… and to speak what is real to me is to be unclothed before the masses in this state of vulnerability always wondering, always curious forever questioning my habits can they handle me? will my mind remain free? and…

the worst is the waiting but what is it you’re waiting for? for the seas to part… for the gate to open… for the heralds to tell you what to do? you already know what to do you’re doing it you’ve been doing it the race has started and everyone…

sometimes we can get a little caught up in the notion that there’s something wrong with us, when in reality there’s something about our circumstance that has changed — we might think we’re broken or we need to be fixed or saved, but really we just need to acknowledge the…