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winter haiku
encaustic overlaid with digital photo
dark and ever darker
turning deep within
the songbird prepares her flight
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liminal
liminal woman peering into unseen spaces (swimming) stripping bare hidden agendas (treasure in truth) delighting in the scent of autumn and violent rain crashing against (everything) stirring love and spice into her soup (and life itself) greeting the light embracing the darkness (like a lover) liminal woman seeing only circles smiling at the boxes (illusory)
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Unbridled
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…
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heroic acts of everyday grace
“It’s the every day moments of grace and despair, joy and sorrow that propel us towards our destiny. Life doesn’t have to be epic to have meaning and neither do stories. I prefer art that makes us ask deeper questions about ourselves or, at the very least, shows how fucking gorgeous and brave we are…
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beyond the fairy tale [or what is romantic love anyway?]
beyond the fairy tale [or what is romantic love anyway?] Prince William married a commoner recently sending hearts aflutter across the Western world. (But not mine.) I find myself wondering if I am jaded or just seasoned in my years—tempered in the fire of pain, loss and the harsh reality of a would-be princess who…
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the turning of the wheel [or "In brightest day, in blackest night"]
(it began and ended with super heroes) sweetness of night cold and clear the lights of the city and the telling of stories massaging out the knots mutuality (the light is nearly at its climax now) rain-soaked honeysuckle blossoms on bare skin in the morning veneration and passion (and the burgeoning fear) “In brightest day,…
extemperaneous intrusions
last night, (while mortals were sleeping) Mars chatted with Venus for hours laughing and peering into unseen places whatever war Mars was waging was forgotten in the sweet comfort of silent moments (between words and worlds) luxury in the tension of opposites (a deep exhale)