1888.

1888. a new series by wunderkind ellen rogers. my heart is caught in my throat.

the fierceness of female.

i am spinning.

i am spinning on the lips,

they remove my shadow,

my phantom from my past,

they invented a timetable of tongues,

that take up all my attention.

wherein there is no room.

no bed.

the clock does not tick

except where it vibrates my 4000 pulses,

and where all was absent,

all is two,

touching like a choir of butterflies,

and like the ocean,

pushing toward land

and receding

and pushing

with a need that gallops

all over my skin,

yelling at the reefs.

i unknit.

words fly out of place

and i, long into the desert,

drink and drink

and bow my head to that meadow

the breast, the melon in it,

and then the intoxicating flower of it.

our hands that stroke each other

the nipples like baby starfish-

to make our lips sucking into lunatic rings

until they are bubbles,

our fingers naked as petals

and the world pulses on a swing

i raise my pelvis to god

so that it may know the truth of how

flowers smash through the long winter.

-anne sexton 1976.

stepping into the fire.

burning up by riikka sormunen.

i've started to paint work for a show that has been a year in the making, a conversation of images and text, a divinatory process/ experience / experiment. you may have caught whispers of this before, as this show was set to go on several times before and had always been pushed back, but now will wash ashore here in philly in august. painting in the summer is my absolute favorite. the light lasts longer. everything feels lazy yet urgent. i'm always hot and expedient. turmoil and sleep. endless research & the purging. & so it begins!

xo

the kiss anne sexton

my mouth blooms like a cut.

i've been wronged all year, tedious

nights, nothing but rough elbows in them

and delicate boxes of kleenex calling crybaby

crybaby , you fool !

before today my body was useless.

now it's tearing at its square corners.

it's tearing old mary's garments off, knot by knot

and see -- now it's shot full of these electric bolts.

zing! a resurrection!

once it was a boat, quite wooden

and with no business, no salt water under it

and in need of some paint. It was no more

than a group of boards. but you hoisted her, rigged her.

she's been elected.

my nerves are turned on. i hear them like

musical instruments. where there was silence

the drums, the strings are incurably playing. you did this.

pure genius at work. darling, the composer has stepped

into fire.

The strongest weapon in the world is the teenage girl...

Kime Buzzelli, is a busy little bee. As owner of rad boutique Show Pony , she is also an amazing painter and has lovely new work over at Dirty Pilot. 

 "Untitled # 11".  This piece makes me nostalgic for the books I worshipped in high school, such as Francesca Lia Block's collection of modern day fairy tale books. 

"What Fools Are Made Of" This is my favorite from the group. I like how she uses line work, color and subject matter to convey these narrative moments of love and fashion. 

Also, I've been tagged for the first time! by the lovely Lelia of Red Heart Cult.

7 Random Facts:

1. I have an obsession with teeth. I paint them and write about them. I even own several silver teeth charms I got from my love the first x-mas we spent together.

2. I sleep with my deck of tarot cards beneath my pillow.

3. I have watched "Fight Club" more times than I can count and used to not be able to fall asleep without having it on. I love Marla Singer's character and quote her often.

4. As a child I longed to be a boy and to sprout wings. I used to live in trees.

5. A few of my favorite sounds are: ice cubes crackling in a glass before a drink is poured over them, rain against my air conditioner during the summer, and my grandmother's voice when I enter her house for a visit.

6. I love the smell of books. New books, old books, I love them all! I often press my nose into them before I buy them in vintage stores. I am currently reading 3 lovely books right now.

7. Anne Sexton is my favorite poet from my youth and I have her initials tattooed on my right wrist for good luck and inspiration during my own writing. Her work shaped my early desires to be a poet which have since evolved into becoming a fiction writer using poetic language.  

I tag my lovely cousin, E the Bee of EstellaAura Vintage. Maybe this will make her start a blog!

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