i am Toon Princess of Oahu, Jill of the Jungle, Moist Mist that lands on your brow, Sound of Wet Leaves acquainting themselves with your naked soles… i am the Qi that Shoots Up Your Ankles and tickles your Knees. i am the Wet Fat Fairy that fills you with Peace.


is this a poem?

the hardest thing, is to accept yourself, flaws and all… i find poetry is rebellion against order, slashing open creative veins. letting love, passion and chaos bleed out and into the world. staining stairwells. riptide of release.