When In Mourning
He Lives… …he takes life… …and life is taken. Elizabeth Evans
You Came Out Screaming And Alive And Look At You Now
In Olivia Gatwood’s poem Ode To My Bitch Face she says “you came out screaming and alive and look at you now!” But I was born blue lifeless and choking, a chord around my neck. When you ask me about […]
Moving Me
I had this idea in my head of what it would be like when I moved. I thought getting a job would be easy, I thought I would be doing things everyday. But it took 3 weeks to get a […]
Music And America
A year ago, I travelled solo across the United States of America, through 13 different cities over a two month period, only staying in each place for a couple of days. Music and songwriting were my only constant. I woke […]
What’s Mine Is Mine
Mine are the walls these finger tips have felt. Mine is the skin this ink has pierced. Mine are the bruises this body has bore. Mine is the weight these shoulders have carried. Mine are the goosebumps this skin has […]
Amour Fou
I danced terribly, sang worse. Cut off more of my hair I smoked too much Drank in excess Spent what little I had on nothing to show. Spoke in two tongues I lived in pure bliss. I cried tears of […]