Inspired by the art of WANGECHI MUTU

my folks wanted normal—i got nods when i wore the beige suit (this happened twice in all my 49 years) i grew up around crossed fingers that I’d learn hobby don’t make no money that would have to happen from magic so i went out into…

HoneyMoonlight blanket my skin so I may taste you from within 🌑 drip from my temple to toe like a winter’s eve melting the cold 🌑 cast my dark ways to the night and let me borrow your comfort for a while liveaboveordinary

convo with the cosmos I it was, still is you pulling me through the music lighting up desires and disdain infatuations and heartbreak into melodies i can still hum after all these years drawing lyrics from these fingers and a symphonic sound through these lips

moving poems voiced from the WiLD Interior of michelle’s journals and the book, beyond words liveaboveordinary

climbing yesterday. sutures of creativity grief bravery longing music triumph stitched into my book. mountains of experience. peaks made from memories marking a life. moving poems voiced from Her WiLD Interior from michelle’s journals and the book, beyond words liveaboveordinary

You do not have to change your plans. You don’t have to dance the way they say. You don’t have to eat like everybody else in your family. You don’t have to worry about how. You don’t have to stop trying after you mess up. You don’t have to keep him till somebody else comes along. You don’t have to stay if you feel invisible. You don’t have to be less so they will feel better. You don’t have to say yes because you said yes last time. Say No.

I need a pretty black pen and salts for my bath. I need to turn the tv off. I need 2 more hours of daylight. I could use more progesterone and a partner who doesn’t drink so much. I need to finish my rough draft. I need to start again. liveaboveordinary

The mist can see me through my window I see it too It cannot hide behind the glow from street lamps It was raining when the dogs woke up It’s still raining now This is certainly not the way I expected to experience the last days of April: wrapped in two scarves, socks up my legs, and a fur-lined hat near the front door I wanted flowers out my window and fresh air to blow into my apartment while ready for bed