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.

Oct 8, 2009

still working on this little guy...

edit, edit, edit- that's the name of the game. always, endlessly... no such thing as a perfect poem, i'm told, but you still gotta do your best. i'm trying. and i will keep on trying. i've had a tremendous need for words lately. i'm sure you've noticed. :) and i'm not exactly sure what sparked it or if this is just the way i am and had somehow ignored it. whatever the case, i don't mind it, not one bit, and will roll on, pushing words together, happy in all this ink.

this is what happens when you're raised by a sociopath

the uneven crack


a brutal white
diagonal. Her diamond

fractals crossing wide.


be perfect,

be strict
be stringent-

we're beyond all that now.


She's got her reasons.
They all have a number.
Her shards are assured.

angela simione, 2009

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