these texts are an archive of my life in the San Francisco Bay Area from march 2007 - march 2015. it stands as a record of close to a decade of my life, charting the struggles i faced as an artist, daughter, and lover. messy and chaotic at times, eloquent and poetic at others, these texts are an index i am proud of. it was here in this electric box that i learned how to be honest about my experiences and the person i needed to become. it was here that i first learned the truism that words make the world and how to trust such a beautiful, rife, hard fact.

thank you for meeting me here in such tall grass.

my artist website is here.

Aug 15, 2009


the house is quiet. no tv. no sounds from the outside. a sleeping dog at my feet. a worn out man in my bed. books in the shelf. cups in a row. no dripping pipes. no ringing phone.

i took an extra long jog this evening and lit fire to all my worries.

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