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 27, 2010


simple pleasures today. coffee and my cold morning stoop. the forest ahead. the squabbling squirrels. the pen. the notebook.

all these, in their own soft and quiet way, are a confrontation with mortality. and there is a sweep of gratitude in that. a way to secure a deep and abiding thankfulness. i begin to see FAILURE isn't even real. no such thing. except maybe giving up. just that. only that. everything else are steps and branches.

"Even if i knew tomorrow the world would go to pieces, I would still plant my apple tree."

- Martin Luther

or orange tree or pear tree or cherry tree or avocado tree or banana tree or pineapple tree or fig tree or or or or...

write your poems, girls and boys. whatever form they take.


Elisabeth said...

Thanks for the encouragement, Angela. Will do, or at least try to do.

angela simione said...

i have nothing but faith in the goodness of your road and way, elisabeth. :)