Privacy

I value my privacy so why do I blog about personal experiences, publish telling poems and reveal my intimate truths? Because I’m a crazy writer without protective boundaries. I recently watched a fictional series on Netflix called, “You” it’s about a creepy clerk who becomes an online stalker of a naive, writer/poet who has her…

Poem : Diamond Dogs with Cigarettes

For Cigarette Girls who’ve lived to tell the story 1) Parisienne hopeful Moulin Rouge roving Ingenue cluttered in black stilts with just a hint of pleading weeping and singing I do Flower Drum majorette clever sentimental transient. Walk the line in a curve Walk the wet streets clopping horse drawn in flesh netted stockings Be…

Memoir: Diamond Dogs in Feather Boas

In 2003 I worked as a cigarette girl. It was the closest I felt to being both performer and prostitute. It was the strangest gig, I felt: desperate, exposed, vulnerable. We had to wear strange fluttering, feather, boa-like clips in our hair. We were called, the Peachy Puffs, what a porno name. I wore a…