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.
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Oct 18, 2011

i found this on the street in san rafael, california

yesterday. i read it aloud to my friend, her brother and mother, and shivered over the words, below the touch of facts, the music of pain and hope. i folded it up and put it in my back pocket and took it home.





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