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Fiber Friday – showcasing Pretty’s favorite poem “Birches” by Robert Frost

Guys! It's only been 24 hours and I've missed talking to each of you. Thank you so much for being here with me in this space. I wanted to show my appreciation by revealing my favorite poem. I really connect to this poem,  it's so relevant to me and i just love the sounds, the… Continue reading Fiber Friday – showcasing Pretty’s favorite poem “Birches” by Robert Frost

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book hauls

Bookshelf Tour

A habit-forming mood booster, rearranging my studio is so relaxing. It's organized! I'll show you how I have everything in categories. Basically on top line up history related books with my art deco figurines.  The first shelf has fantasy/sci fi paper backs and some other works of fiction. The second shelf has my poetry books… Continue reading Bookshelf Tour

book hauls, poems

Pretty Zine issue #1

Hey friends! I knew for a long time I wanted to make a zine. I made one in high school in our Literacy Circle Club. It's so much fun and I even have a small batch collected at home.Here is a sneak peak of the back cover!  I would love to get another artist to… Continue reading Pretty Zine issue #1

poems

#63 Anatomy

i woke up this morning to my boyfriend, naked and asleep facing me with his pelvic bones. i'm topless my round white breasts like a pond covered in lilies and gardenias, only i smell like sex and joints. i remember how mornings used to be mine, and i'd turn over and write three poems in… Continue reading #63 Anatomy

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#62 Fragonard’s The Swing

FRAGONARD’S THE SWING, FEB 12 her dress, bil lowing pink sails in t h e w i d e g r e    e   n      ocean of space. the sw ingbr  ings  her   h i    gh er and her skirt o p e ns  - he's hol d ing out    his arm ----      reaching for her ---- c u p i d has a… Continue reading #62 Fragonard’s The Swing

poems

#61 Coffee Lover

She lives in oversized mugs, her signature is a coffee stain and ashes. She's overthinking about what her hippie friend said. I don't believe were supposed to end up with our first loves. She made her second pot of coffee, poured a steamy cup, it flowed and filled within her a sense of secret certainty.… Continue reading #61 Coffee Lover

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#60 At The Station

The train is finally coming into the morning station. where I'm at the post, only waiting to look both ways before I go. A western subway taking myself on a trip past the flat mountains and desert with its massive punching cacti - I fear no direction simply because the thought of your placid dreams… Continue reading #60 At The Station

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[pt. of] I Sing The Body Electric by Walt Whitman

I needed any reason to share my love for Lana Del Rey. I am not going to share the whole Walt Whitman poem, but I do like this part, I feel like he is describing the divine feminine. 5 This is the female form, A divine nimbus exhales from it from head to foot, It… Continue reading [pt. of] I Sing The Body Electric by Walt Whitman

reviews

Milk and Honey by Rupi Kaur // indie poet book review

This book is every where. All my girlfriend's feeds. I think every magazine I touched mentioned Milk and Honey. When my friend started sharing her short poems and drawings I wanted to put my English Lit snobbery aside. I'll come out and say this, I was skeptical of Milk and Honey calling itself a poetry… Continue reading Milk and Honey by Rupi Kaur // indie poet book review