Continuous Contour Line Drawings

Hello loves, I've been trying my hand at continuous contour line drawings to pair with my haikus. Here are some that I've done so far. Enjoy!

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I Pass

Do you think I look up to you  perched on your high horse saying it's my choice  to love more than one and that choice is wrong? Do you think it's okay to shout, "You're not gay!  Stop sinning, start winning my praise!"  as if your praise is what I spend my days longing for?... Continue Reading →

So I want to write a blog (still)

If you've read my recent posts here you'll know that I've been going through a reflective phase in my creative journey. Balancing consistent content output on Patreon, YouTube, Instagram, and this blog takes careful planning as well as trial and error. But I think I've come to a solution for the best balance. If you... Continue Reading →

November Announcements

Happy November 1st! To those of you that observe Día de los Muertos, I want to wish you amor para siempre! I didn't grow up observing this holiday with my Cuban family, but I feel so connected to its meaning. While my family views death and passing as a time for solemn grief, I find... Continue Reading →

Uncomfortable

Does it make you uncomfortable
 to digest this defective conception
 that we, with two flowers, stems,
 and one humble home for some 
potential someones ~flower children~
 must collect the soft pillow
 they’d have laid their little heads on
 in a soppy, sloppy bandage,
 or else cork the very rite of passage 
they didn’t go through,... Continue Reading →

To A Young Girl

Listen closely, pretty girl, to these words. Others will lie and say they are not true and that you must focus your energy on keeping that pretty look. But that is a lie. You might think that you are less than the girl with blue eyes or blonde hair or clear skin or subtle curves... Continue Reading →

How Can I Convince Her?

I tell her how damaging diet culture is and how it makes us think we must shrink ourselves and deprive ourselves of so many good things, and she nods, agrees,  then takes a bite out of her meal bar. I tell her eating less than 1500 calories a day can cause lasting harm to her... Continue Reading →

Ode to Intense Red-Blonde 6.66

To my scarlet letter strands, thank you for being the mane that can never be a rein allowing a man to guide me as he rides me in the wrong direction. Thank you for being the mane that slaps men in their red faces ashamed of the cat calls I confront. Bellowing out  my siren... Continue Reading →

Not Just A Season

When I think of the possibility of you and me being just a season, of these falling leaves indicating impending winter, my tree's branches crack as it is simultaneously uprooted, and the hole left behind is a thoracic crater. The soil is rich with insect memories crawling in and out of my brain. Clicking legs... Continue Reading →

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