Wild Horses

It has been said that most of us, in fact, are wild. There’s a part of us that still sits unmined. There’s a piece of our soul that still commands stardust, is still locked in the heavens, that part of us that has been described as fire. As hurricanes. Warm and disastrous. We have both the power to weave and the power to unravel.

Phoenix Rising

So I’m publishing a book…

Find Yourself

Look for yourself in window reflections and broken glass, when you crawl through the cities and scratch your nails against cobblestones. Hunger to know yourself inwardly and outwardly. Rise like a phoenix and sprout wings of fire. Rage against the moon, and see the world through eyes of rose and topaz.


She longed to be Icarus, taken by the sun, crack frost melted, lifted through a canopy of trees. She was gentle, airy – beautiful – as the heavens and Earth, a gypsy’s heart, a lonely soul.

From 99 to 100

Do not spoil what you have by desiring what you have not; remember that what you now have was once among the things you only hoped for. –          Epicurus I’ll confess I have a terrible, terrible habit of closing myself off. Especially to men. Some of you may or may not know what has happened […]