Kansas City    I write. Sometimes I like it, and sometimes I don't. It's always what I meant.

San Francisco/ San Diego   

leather up.

45/F/Michigan    Writing is a reminder that I'm still alive. A hippie with a gypsies touch. Hollow, trying to embrace the earths saliva. Ask me anything I'm …

These words.

They tell me I live in my head. Maybe I can offer you a window to look in, or open one to look out.