She is unfinished.
I do not know all she needs.
(I am listening.)
May your voice be heard in its fullness, dear reader.
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Today’s random word, early, is from Stories for Nighttime and Some for the Day by Ben Loory. I had the good fortune of seeing Ben read in Seattle many years ago. He was kind and generous and made a deep impression on me. I befriended him on social media and we talked from time to time….
In this episode, I talk about getting blocked on Instagram by “art critic” @jerrysaltz, overcoming obstacles, collective care, transformation of self and culture, and why Chani Nicholas (@chaninicholas) has a business model I am emulating.
My solo show comes to Seattle May 4th at 8:00 pm at The Rendezvous Jewelbox Theatre Unbridled is my one-woman show about sex, love, bondage, and freedom. This hour of semi-autobiographical monologues and songs is presented in my unique “dellaluscious” style—juicy truth-talking with a good dose of humor and titillation that only a fierce and…
The way your voice fills the room like honey sunlight your tongue touching a certain place in your mouth– I lean in. (aching) Words spill recklessly from your beautiful mouth unfiltered and weighted, the pressure of them sticks to me no–not the pressure, the power it has a…
I think this little entry was one of all-time favorite mini-collages. Art-making makes me happy.
at dusk cartwheels on the grass sister teaching sister with ubuntu the crunch of dried autumn leaves fading red sun shimmers on the river pink cheeks hair tumbling wildly we watch our breath appear on the exhale moments woven together with great laughter and love in autumn bliss