What Do I Want?
This poem was written on a Saturday morning on my deck | Summer 2025
What is it- what do I want!? Days of rigid patterns and process- gloming for realities that daunt.
It’s a blueprint that feels created with permanent ink. Red-lined and overwhelmed by fear, and being weak.
My body is aching inside and in my head. Pings and zings, dull aches to remind me I’m not yet dead.
Current Schedule
During my summer of housewifery, I have a new appreciation for maintaining a schedule. Since my plate is currently void of a 9 to 5, per se, I’ve developed a rudimentary, child-like schedule to keep my time and mind focused. My opening Art Reception on October 3rd is a priority. So, ample studio time is necessary. However, I didn’t want my studio time to feel like a drawn-out fire drill. In this season of life, time needs to be condensed, focused, and quick. I’m making, creating, and moving on.