In another life, I’d be a painter, an architect, someone who rummages through antiques and builds vintage beauties bejeweled contraptions, no real purpose. In another life, I’d be a busker, a savant on the guitar, a manic nightwalker whispering lewd melodies in virgin ears. I’d be your underbelly. Your shadow. Your pulse. Through the vines, … Continue reading



I’m not a Disney princess, And I’m not a showgirl either, That one time I dabbled in burlesque, I fell, and fell, and bled a little puddle. It’s too bad, though, because that yearning to be a ballerina has plagued me for quite some time, Not sure if it’s the poetic tip-toes, Or the ribbon, … Continue reading


On Being Human

It’s really difficult being human, feeling so many emotions–tumultuously losing friends, relatives, breaking up, making up, fighting, wishing, yearning, needing but not having. I feel like being human is to feel a big hole inside of you that you can never quite fill. A home for your burning desires, deepest passions, loves, fears. A hole … Continue reading