In honor of the last day of my daily writing challenge, I am reconnecting with the same topic I wrote about on the first day: desire. Here's the original post. That day, I asked an important question. Can desire be trusted? Here are a few things I've learned about desire this month: 1) Desire is… Continue reading On Desire (revisited)
My grandma can only eat unripe bananas because of this special diet she's on. So, when the bananas got too ripe for her to eat, I made banana bread. Yesterday was tough for me because, the night before, I had a PTSD-related panic attack. The next afternoon, I was still dealing with the residual effects… Continue reading On Banana Bread
We all watched Shrek and fell in love with the characters, humor, and revolutionary animation style. I saw it for the first time in the theater with my grandfather. I was entranced. It was the first time I'd seen such realistic animation, and I was completely enamored with the fart jokes, hilarious donkey, and tale… Continue reading On Shrek
When I hit my limit, I often can't believe how little I could handle. So the next time I push myself past my limit. And then my body puts me in my place and shuts down. Maybe eventually I'll learn to trust my body every time.
I'm a female musician. That means that in addition to being an incredible musician, I have to be beautiful and toned to be respected. When male hosts introduce me before I come onstage, they often say "the beautiful and talented Siena," as if somehow saying that I'm beautiful is an adequate introduction to my music.… Continue reading On Body Image
A set of haikusfuck pretty, fuck thataesthetic jail cell, fuck thatPolaroid Prettyfuck pretty, fuck thatforced Magazine smile, fuck thatCommercial Prettyfuck pretty, fuck thatadvertised face cream, fuck thatExpensive Pretty fuck pretty, fuck thatscrutinized body, fuck thatControlling Pretty fuck pretty, fuck thatmutilated hair, fuck thatWhite-Centric Prettyfuck pretty, fuck thatendless worrying, fuck thatInsecure Prettyfuck pretty, fuck that manufactured… Continue reading Pretty
quiet rage beginning to announceher speechless marriage sweeping through, screaming their Names dancing then, afteronly after only after
are the only thing keeping me from falling apart ! One small barrier (between me and the world) : The one thing that separates me from the dream. My dreams were preferable to this . Much softer and filled with more desire.
there is a time to rest among the soft flowers [they exist whether you are there or not]
the clouds descend not obscuring not enveloping they obliterate what a relief it is
The Human Poet 