family bonding time, i get it from my mama, My Mother is My Roommate

Mom on her day off after baking cookies…

October 26, 2016

Mom on her day off after baking cookies, doing the laundry, and her regular daily tearing-of-the-house-apart-cleaning…

Mom: I’m so tired. I’m going to rest mopping the floor now

family bonding time, i get it from my mama, My Mother is My Roommate

Mom as she is combing her hair…

October 26, 2016

Mom: Look! My hair is salt, pepper, and gravy.

Me: Gravy? Last time it was cinnamon.

Mom: Oh shoot. Now it’s sage.

Me: Sage? Because you are a wise woman?

Mom: No, because that was the colour it was when I put it in the turkey.

… 😳 😂

love, poetry, psychic poetry

Love #009

With most people the condition to be less, to shy away, has become a habit.

The feeling of tenderness, protection, and safety under someone else is a familiar and desire comfort.

But I want safe naked.

I want to be so bare that softness is no longer a antonym for strength.

Nor is it a synonym for vulnerable.

I want tenderness without feeling like it is too much to ask for.

Protection without feeling like it is a burden to give.

I want to be as bare and as bold as the day I was born.

Most of all, I want a love where your presence feels like a space for my being to breathe.


love, poetry, psychic poetry

Love #008

I ride to the valley in search of you,

I pray to God I’ll find ye soon. 


I see you in my dreams,

You haunt my nights.

Demons of doubt test my might.


Sometimes I give in to their piercing shouts. 

Telling me this love I’ll forever be without.


Darling you know you are my wife.

Keep this channel open, 

I plead; I plight.


The work that you do reveals me so,

Please don’t stop,

continue further, go. 

Oh what delay, 

I hate this wait.

Is this love destined to be late?


Believe is what we must choose. 

But that is not all we can do.


Tell me where, I’ll find a way.

Say the place, time, and date.

My love, you hear me. 

I feel you clear.

I’m afraid I can’t decide where.


Ideas swarm through my mind,

Destinations of place and time.


I wish I could settle on a point.

Put everything into this joint. 


But I’m afraid if I do,

I’ll be stuck here and far from you.


For that is where I find myself now.

And find it hard to break these vows.


The place I live gives me hope,

But takes my life by the throat.


I seek a place where you’ll find me.

Somewhere where I can breathe.


Until then I must delay,

And I’m afraid cause us to wait.

My love, I must laugh for I feel the same.

Perhaps we are both to blame.

I too am caught in a path, 

How might we solve this math?


Come to me within my dreams, 

Together let us create the scene. 


family bonding time, i get it from my mama, My Mother is My Roommate

Mom after one cooler…

Me: What happened?

Ronnie: Your mom warmed up the rice for two and a half minutes, but it was empty. The rice was sitting on top of the microwave.

Mom *looking as if she is contemplating the possibility that she is going senile*: … You did this didn’t you Ronnie! You’re playing a trick on me!

Ronnie: I swear I didn’t do it!

Mom: No! I know you did!

Me: It was me. I moved the rice so I could warm up my soup. It’s not my fault you guys use the microwave as extra storage space.



How Translating for Spirits Works: A Game of Telephone

The question I get asked the most is, “Do you see spirits?”


I’ve only ever seen one spirit clearly. My Guardian, two years ago just before I was admitted into the psychiatric ward.

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