Monique

Mona de Femme

This moon pains me,

Swoons; Restrains me.

Clawing the shore

Drawing forth

Hot blood at high tide.

Exposing ugly features

Those carniverous

Creatures

That I'd buried deep

In thick blankets of darkness.

They harken

To the starkne...

In Observation of Women

If you have been following me on my other social media, you probably saw my series of posts in observation of 'International Women's Day.' I did a similar thing last year, and if you are interested in doing some scrolling, I would invite you to take a look. 

On my personal Facebook account, I...

A Eulogy

I am a child of thine dawn

Torn by your loom

borne by the moon

Unto it's women, it waxes

I am smiled upon

Storm and monsoon

Warm is thine womb 

For, the rain be thine practice

And the tide be mine axis

And we ride, wildly into the blackness.

Elizabeth.

After a two month long, 9,000 mile tour, I finally made it to this ever fleeting, vague and distant shadow of home, entering my room at 11:11PM. 

This was my first bedroom. It was my grandmother's last bedroom before she passed away in October. I cleaned it up and made the bed before leaving ...

A Desert Reflection

I am cryptic

Stung with pride

I have drifted

Along the tide

I am lifted 

Song and stride

Like a triptych

I have shifted

Thronged in light

The unbridled bride 

Unwedded 

Belonging to the night

Beyond wrong and right 2017-03-06 06:42:08 +0000 UTC View Post

Sunset at Snowy Redrock

The sun tucked this snowy canyon in for the evening. I watched this during a hike on Lost Creek Trail. Out in Calico Basin, still being caressed in the sunlight, I could hear climbers communicating with each other. I have hiked and climbed here many times before. It was a new experience to see the v...

With Love, From Vegas.

Even if you are not a patron, know that I deeply appreciate you for taking the time to have a look at my page. Truly.

Here is a little peek inside of a box set that I assembled for a patron who increased his pledge, generously, while I was in the thick of my last tour. I was on tour for a total of...

No, I'm not this hip.

Finally finished up my winter tour and am enjoying some much needed time off, in Virginia, with my younger sisters. Today is a coffee shop day, where I catch up on emails, tour planning, and work on any of the multiple projects I've got stewing. My 17 year old sister is a fine visual artist. So I cr...

Crisis of Woman

You were a ballast 

In all my unrest 

In moments of malice 

I felt you divest 

And your burdensome silence 

Is too much to digest 

Growing like callous 

Into the veins of my chest --

Like vine in the lattice&nb...

Rainbows

The silver lining in the grim pocket of a rainy day. 

Taken at 7:23PM after a shoot in the suburbia of Tampa, Florida.

Real Life, Because

Because I usually take my work too seriously.

Because drama is not always theatre.

Because I am not always a character.

Because pain is not always a performance.

Because pain is poetry.

Because I am often too proud to market myself.

Because I am overcome by obscurity....

The Plight of Clarity (Semi-Finished Thought)

Often, I keep

All these words to myself,

Soften and sleep

Among the herd with stealth.

Like layman, laden 

With a latent scurf of radiance

Singing single syllable courtesies,

Performing surface maintenance.

Raging for raised wages,

While forgoin...

Subconsc[ience]

All those clever, broken

Silent moments.

All closed, never spoken

Violent notions.

And every intended emotion

Whispered away in the wind, unnoticed

Strangling the song of the awry voice, floating

Farther and farther from center,

Exploding

Shaky, unev...

The Plight of Clarity. Unfinished Thought.

Often, I keep all these words to myself,

Soften and sleep among the herd with stealth.

Like layman, laden with a latent scurf of radiance

Singing single syllable courtesies,

and performing surface maintenance

Raging for raised wages, but won't reach for the higher shelf. 2017-02-05 08:46:15 +0000 UTC View Post

Regaining Clarity.

The body is a temple,

Reservoir of pain.

Drawn up from the water

To be thrust back down again.

Welcome life in gulps, heaving,

Momentary lapse of reason.

Soon as you find

Yourself dry,

You're thirsting for some rain...

Just out of focus;

Balance and clarity are not fixed and final.

They are daily practice and maintenance.

First & Forever

Often are dreams so lightly regarded,

With an airy frivolity 

Such as passing clouds

Who assume numerous fantasy

Calling the awe of the momentary wonderer

And are immediately relinquished

To the inexhaustible continuum of sky.

Business as usual.

<...

Tempest Revisited

I refuse to crouch and cower

Beneath a dark, shrouded truth

Beneath a bad, harrowing moon

Before a cloaked, sinister sun.

I will tear, furiously,

Those delusory robes

From her deceitful modesty,

And bathe

In the nudity of her rain.

I will dance

Morning Fix: Coffee

I am currently sitting at a coffee shop somewhere in northern Texas, having a capuccino and getting my jones on for the 15 hour drive ahead of me.

Snow and ice storms have forced me and my little Tacoma to detour far south of my original route in order to avoid very icy roads and sleeping in freez...

Touch.

A gentle movement

Against the skin,

And into the soul

Can either build or break.

Despite all the fortitude 

Of my history,

There is a fragility

In the unknown

And yet,

Despondency

In knowing.

Therefore, shall I

Tear it down. 2017-01-09 05:45:56 +0000 UTC View Post

Morning Resolve

Apologies.

I should apologize for leaving the blog hanging for a while. Rest assured that I have been quite busy turning out material for several different projects. However, I haven't found the 'desk time' to master editing, communicate with my collaborators, etc. I've got many pieces that just n...

Morning Fix

Are you afraid of the dark, or is the light more difficult to adjust to?

For me, the evening is a celestial harbor; into whose welcoming darkness I enter to shed profane assignments and the respective expectations tied there. 

The light, and the other who resides there, can be left to t...

In preparation for what's to come...

As promised, here is an exclusive shot by my dear friend and collaborator, Roberto Hull, of the Hudson Valley.  This was taken in the Catskills this past summer. 

Roberto is kindly traveling to Jersey to shoot with me tomorrow, as I have made the decision not to travel to the Catskills t...

Tempest Overcome

You give the man a fortune

For a brochure.

Literature noting

The nomad venture

That you’ve paid for.

More or less a bargain, 

But what is it worth?

Have a seat in the garden,

Fingers deep in the earth.

Hands full with the hearth

Lay back...

Peek inside the box.

Here is a set of polaroids from my last shoot in Austin, Texas a few weeks back with Dan (Lipstick Photo). They are now traveling over a thousand miles to their new home. I cannot express how it felt to intersperse my hand written poetry in between these shots, tie them all together with a ribbon, a...

A closer look into the box sets.

Said goodbye to some beautiful prints like these two I resurrected from the archives, taken by David Aimone. I was much more clean cut, and with a few piercings I no longer have! They are off to their new home with my first patrons.

Much more where these came from!