magic

my most intimate lovers alike —all of no exception

Today, the story goes:

For the  first time I am no longer longing, or praying, or calling out to bring closer that which is heavy to carry. No, I am trusting more and more the ways of the universe, because I know that what must be carried is not ready to walk of its own, and being the carrier would sink us both, and it would sink a part of my heart that I am not willing to give.

I refuse to allow anything submerge the fiery feminine part of my soul, for nothing and for no one. This refusal is for me and for all. Because we all have divine feminine energy in us, and we must call it back, and into balance. My work to revere, empower, and uplift the feminine spirit is called of me, and channelled through me.

So, I will ensure every element of my life is in alignment with my mission to sacredly revere, and exalt, and downright flood the divine feminine energy onto this earth: my art, my writing, my friendships, my business acquaintances, and my most intimate lovers alike —all of no exception.

I do not have to pledge to honor this work. My life is this work. I will always honor she, the sea, and creativity.

May we all work towards balance, and feel drunk in the beauty of the she fire creativity, for there she is.

There she is.


**A detail shot of "She The Fire-Breathing Dream Interpreter”, To be exhibited at Fresh Paint Gallery, La Jolla, CA July 2nd-August 24th, 2019.

Photography by Arnold Gia Trinh

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beloved

when the conjurer becomes the conjured

of a fire dancer betwitched

between daydreams and nightdreams

there lies a plane of truth

something unwavering yet fluxxing

is a dance of beholdens

becoming who they were

before and again

those who have never forgotten

even i

amidst distractions

have learned to see

so keep waving your wand

coaxing clarity to come

your fire spells are not in vain

dial light strings

pulsing in a infinite (f)eights

through a heart with wings


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Courier Hearts

our hearts carry us

like couriers

traversing dreamscapes

& landscapes

weaving time

& space

pulsing quickly through dimensions

like a cosmic remote controller

so to skip over rationalization



our hearts carry us

like war heroes

climbing mounds of emotional shit

to save our putrid egos

from feeding our deepest desires

through a mulching machine

quicker than we can shovel it away


our hearts carry us

like romany

to dances of spirit

& beyond

mergings of space

& soul

floating laughs on ecstatic wings

whisping energy to our fingertips

so to lighten our shoulderblades and arms


our hearts carry us

like torches

through the dark tunnels

& trenches

of trauma embedded on our soul

& heart

imprinted like screens of lives past

purging ancestral chains

so to stoke our flame


our hearts carry us

like sirens

to the magic lakes

guiding our dreams through caves

harboring bioluminescent elixirs

so we can see again


our hearts carry us

like persephone

through the dark of a life lived again

& again

taking us on another trip around the sun

& again

from pleiades back to our earthen forms

such that is so painful

until we surrender

& unite

& dance


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here you go

plopping on my back porch

like you’ve been here all along

well

maybe you were

here before me

on this porch

in this life

i’ll give you that

this time

here

with me

the magic made me

willed me

to be we

a couple of dreamers

destined to intertwine

beside a sea of salt

under a sky of stars

our alien hearts

found their way

back

they crawled

beating on our armor

our chests

our wings

demanding to come home