The Dynamics of Groove

Girl on the skateboard

Girl on the skateboard rides down the block past houses with seemingly no one in them. Girl on the skateboard sees images pass her by. Nothing is distinct. Girl on the skateboard feels the grit of the pavement beneath her feet. Girl on the skateboard pushes along. How fast can I go? Can I go…

inhale the world

dew-scented mornings pulling breeze from a golden sun seriousness left behind and all that remained was laughter filling the air if dancing among rosy clouds meant spending time with knowing a deep burning fire would fill me with a spark of inspiration beginning again would release self mispersceptions and heal the jagged edges of time…

Footsteps in the snow

The leaf on the stairs was a gift from a friend. Shadows turned sideways when I walked into your being. It was cold out — much more than I am accostomed to since I’m from more temperate climates. You didn’t think it was anything to have a girl looking through the window. It wasn’t big…

stillness of an evening

Girl stands on the porch balcony looking over a setting sun. Air’s misty and thick, swirling little clouds that look like something might happen when nighttime comes. Looking out to the world there’s this huge body of water. Still and quiet. Barely a ripple even with tugboats and ferries tracing their way across its glassy…

i, the bear

i was a bear once i walked the earth sniffing and wandered into this place made of wood where people gathered of course no one understood that i was actually a young woman who became a bear could enhabit the bear no one but like two people i came there to scare those people in…

body of ink

lines and lines of words written over my body like geometric tattoos grafted onto skin paintbrush swoops a curve into being ink drips down creating splattery spots center of this domed droplet sinks down into skin you’d think it’d hurt to have sentences words paragraphs written across your chest down your thighs surrounding your ankles …

ask the horse

horse in the meadow never talked to me until last night. moved seven steps to the right of when i saw him last. dark brown red skin and eyes blinking at me like what, you know my soul now? who are you to know me? but he’s right, you know. the horse does know my…

story time: i dream of rocks

When she wakes up, there’s no one around. Doesn’t matter. Still the cold sweat again. Still the jolt awake. Wide-eyed peering into the night. But nothing. The phone replaced the clock. The phone says some god awful time, that’s forgettable the instant she looks at it. Two. Three times. She still doesn’t remember. It doesn’t…

Another poem/short story/creative thought tangent…

there’s a girl i know she walks the streets at night she travels the world in streetlights wet pavement gravel crunches under foot whispers and flashes always night sky glances it’s the girl you always pass you don’t think to look where she turns where she walks when she walks pay no attention to the…

The Real World – Theater Edition: Britney Frazier

Had to share this interview. Whenever I have moments of these moments of self doubt, I need to do as Brit: This is the advice I give myself: Keep the faith. Believe in you. People say sh*t, good and bad people say sh*t. Don’t let it make or break your spirit. Please yourself first and…