Woman And Me

13/11/2021

One of my favorite events of the month. Dynamic, powerful and beautiful artists from around the island get together and slam some poetry.
Music breaks included.
See you Friday!!
To share a piece dm me or email [email protected]

21/07/2021

When you tell me to lose my identity,
I was waiting for you to give me a new one.
I wasn’t ready to be stripped so bare and reborn.
When I touched my raw soul I thought “There’s no way the world is ready.”
I expected to be cast out, shamed, when I showed up so boldly.
Depicted as a devil in all of his allure.
I never imagined the faces of 1,000 angels cheering me on in a language older than the earth.
I could not take in the full beauty of how the world made room for me to dance.
In no universe had I predicted I would be loved like this.

Art:

19/07/2021

When did I lose the fantasy of you?
Today I was slow to warm,
reluctant to feel.
Yet I surrendered to your touch and your mouth.
I gently exploded and cried in your arms.
A morning you can’t keep in a near pile or wipe down the mess after.
The waves still makes my mouth tremble as you move about your day, unbothered that I sit so still in my towel.
Edging, cursing, and blessing my tears.

Art .ka

16/07/2021

I call to me those meant to be in my life.
The lovers, the friends, the healers, the blessings, the miracles and the lessons.
May I have the eyes to see them and the presence to embrace them.
May I love the beggars and the angels.
May I heed the call and be at the ready.
I’m tired of ignoring the love in my heart.
Image: .dutch

14/07/2021

Open up your app and scroll Kindle Vellas.
I have a new erotic and transformational story called ‘Shameless’. Episode 2 is dropping this week.
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02/07/2021

I’ll be signing books this Saturday, July 3 in Kapaa (above the Local. Where The Spot used to be) from 1-3pm.
See you there!!!

02/07/2021

26/06/2021

It’s easier to have an old argument than tell you how I really feel.
To choose something I know how to win and find release through than share these fleshy, oozing places.
But all I want is to be close to you, to have you understand me.
So i take a deep breath
And take a tiny step towards honesty.
Towards aching vulnerability.
Towards my fear of rejection and through them.
Trusting you’ll stay in this moment with me as I unwrap an old wound.


New book out this fall!!!
Art:

06/06/2021

I can’t run into his arms and hide.
I have to face my feelings.
I am hot, raw, overexposed.

Without an anchor except the one inside of me.
I cried, I stomped, I heaved and I prayed.
“Why couldn’t I be different? Why do I have to be this way?”

And she came. The peace, the calm, the ferocity that lives in my body.

She sat me down to cry and breathe.
To let the rage churn up and out.
To meet myself in Grace.

I wanted to control how he sees me and that only pushed him away.

All I wanted was to hold on to love, to keep it. And I felt it dying in my hands.

art
❤️

03/06/2021

Mornings are for silence,
kissing,
poetry,
prayer,
coffee,
lo******ng
and meditating.
Mornings are when I see God clearly and mornings are when He reaches for me.

26/05/2021

Your polite way of skirting your desires set my focus on fire.
I wanted you to crave, to want, to bend and gasp.
Your easy acknowledgment and quick agreements made me unsure if you would surrender.
Instead of the soft bed in front of us, I pinned you to the cold wall.
I held you there with my pointed commands.
I taunted you.
You need something more.
I wanted you to say it.
More. Harder.
To beg.

And you did.
So beautifully.
You came alive under my hands and quivered under my strikes.

When it was time,
you let me lay with you and love you.

I cherished you completely in those moments.
And I cherish those moments always.
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18/05/2021

She will only require that which makes you healthy.
I myself became sick pushing away my sober emotions.
To lose the joy is the most devastating sickness.
To lose connection is death in itself.
We cannot make grand gestures or create acts of valor to win favor with the Divine,
we must sit in our stillness and call to her with our tears and our softness.
Be willing to decay in prayer until She comes to us again.
Art: .dutch with filter