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
Tag: life
On Limits
On Body Image
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
On Flight
Scruffy, angelic white puffs blow in the wind outside my plane window. My sister says it's an invasive species. It seems ludicrous that something so beautiful could be so violent. We take off, and the white puffs give way to dead grass, then an expanse of grey sky. I'm thinking about elementary school birthday parties… Continue reading On Flight
On the Bedside Table
I have all these books on my bedside table that I never read, but...
On Rage
quiet rage beginning to announceher speechless marriage sweeping through, screaming their Names dancing then, afteronly after only after
Socks
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.
May
there is a time to rest among the soft flowers [they exist whether you are there or not]
Poem for Seth
I've heard people say writing about coffee and cigarettes is not romantic definitely not meaningful. still. all I can think about is the cup right there on the windowsill with way too much milk (I bought at Costco). still. it makes me feel better knowing the Costco-milk- coffee-tired-mug exists so meaningless that it gives me… Continue reading Poem for Seth