Let me tell you what I really think


“Woman Unchained”   -sylvanfairy 

I’m afraid…

Can I say this now?

Don’t tell me to shut up

Because what if I don’t?


Let me say it!

Let me say what I feel

And let me roll around in the dirt of my

Beautiful Life.


If I talk talk about wolves and owls

Then do you understand me?

Or if I talk of ancient deserts and Gods I know nothing about

Do I make sense then?

Who makes sense, really….

Covering up. And covering up again

I lay every night with myself,

And I make love to my own new skin


I cum when I cry…

I cry when I cum….

I worry about ‘School Glue” and cough medicine

And my feet,

And their lives.

Dancing with friends

I sink

and I swim


barely have my own skin……

Excuse me if I got it wrong

I’m dying.

I got a peaceful easy feeling

Horse and Sand

Horse Ride

I had a dream

that I laid down at the foot of God

and was brought buckets of sand

to make something with

Winter Solstice

the Winter came

And with it came the bite and sting

of ice and fire


I darkened my eyes with soot

I leveled my breath with wine

I ate nothing

Many times I used my hands to speak

Fairy Queen

Fairies arrived on horses

and gifts of unusual kinds were given

I visited the table many times

Not to feast,

but to taste

She Who Walks with Moth

Our language was like magic dust

spilling from our mouths like velvet moths

And I began to build and create my Wildness and Heart

out of the golden sand


The Storm

Come here

I will tell you a story

birthday chair
Birthday Chair

let the rain drops be a kiss

and let the wind be a dance

lay down your life at the foot of What Is

place it gently

with trust

The Magic of a Woman

as the leaves scatter across my soul

I light a candle

I kneel down in the dark

I choose not to wear shoes

and find pleasure in the wet ground

under my feet

“Making Friends with Fire”

I am the branches falling

the animals hiding

the water rising over the bridge

all the broken things

I can be frightening at times

“Standing Inside the Storm”


But this is not how the story ends

with windows breaking

or things ripped from the earth

roots trailing…

It is how the story goes

in a storm.

the most blessed days come after

looking like tenderness so tender

we forget storms even exist

What do you love?

Let me tell you what I love….

sylvanfairy Sept 2016

I love the sound of certain voices

Like medicine

Like salve on a wound

art journal 2016

I love it when I laugh

I love the rain and the smell of rain

I love meadows

And the woods

And sand stretching as far as I can see

if you need to go to the water, then go

I love stones and gems and crystals

I love fire and smoke

And walking in the dark with a good friend

Shall I tell you more?

“Barely Looking” 2015

I love good conversation

About people and their hearts

About places I’ve never been

About what lives inside of us

“Milkmaid Makes a Wish” 2014

I love painting, and making things that move people

that move Me

I love magical spaces

And believing in fate and kismet and

long life journeys

“Untitled” 2015

I love beds by windows

Scents and oils and candles

I love tasting

I love listening

photo-5 copy
Wild Card -2014

I love The Great Mystery


One who lives in my heart

and guides me…


I can go on…




I am a bird

What I I mean is

I have been asking them to fly

with me

“Backwards Glance” 2014

to be under a bird in flight

to see a bird fly

feel the air

inside you

watch the undulating flap

taste the wind

“Coming Alive” 2014

I enjoy the underside of them

the belly of a bird

as I look up

their movement

the forward stroke

effortless ease

“dreaming” 2014

I am dreaming

I am dreaming

am I dreaming?

this kind of normalcy

for winged ones




If I gaze long enough

I am flying too




Two Dimensional

I’m kind of flat now

I am pressed

I noticed it in the mirror the other day

Like a paper doll

sort of flimsy or just

just flat

“Girl” 2013

The juniper oil in the air here

It’s like a light

It is a light

my papery dust wings


searching for it


I remember things

No one knows

So those memories

are my own nothing




I suppose those are good

sacred meadow

Occasionally the leaves let it be so

The pine needles

stick to my skin…

My kid ate one

Pan and The Goddess

I want to be three dimensional

I like the idea of things poking out of me

And into me

I like the jutting out

The obvious curve

Art Journal 2013

When I feel flat

I wait.

I slumber

I remember

any hand that touched

this sculpture

and made it sing

“Fairy Got Kissed”  2016

I sometimes make soup

or puddings….


or crawl straight into the lions



once, when i was a bird

a made a line across the sky

a river in my heart
A River in My Heart -Art Journal page 2016


winding through the clouds

i punctured silences of things long buried

and so the rain came and wash-ed over me


“Letting in Truth” acrylic and pencil on canvas 2014

the water came

the rain

looking like the tears of a bird

dripping off my tongue

and down my throat

art journal cry with the moon
“crying with the Moon” art journal 2016


it soothed my flight

quenched the long standing unspoken

i had held to my breast

opened the river in my heart

set loose the smoke

of a woman’s long

inherent song

“Garden Bed” acrylic, collage, pencil on joint compound over wood board

the ancient strength

borned Goddess right

all came pouring in

and pouring down

as I stepped off the edge

and into the sky

gifting my foretelling or prediction

of what is to come



The Death


I heard a sound

from you

it sounded like a hurt dove

I felt ugly

And so I turned

and I welcomed the death

and the crying bed

and all of the

things I thought I could fix

I listened to the little heartbeat

the pulse

of my child’s finger

I whispered things

I don’t remember now

I captured the beaten, pulpy, disregard of it all

in a clean cloth

and then set it free

I remember that day

I spoke to the branches

and to the wind

and to the mosaic tile

I tried to create
It went unnoticed

It got swept away


by things I can’t put names to
torture tools of

the unbeknownst


be present

I still cringe

and I still wonder…

I had to scratch it out,

black it out

and then write it all down again.


caress the smokey path

the tilled journey of blackness

the lilt of shadows

deer moth
“Winged Deer” acrylic, pencil, wax on wood board and plaster 2016

let the flute and the coyotes

sing you

to the gate

“Lemon-aid” large 2′ x 4′ acrylic on canvas 2014

as the red lights flash

the weird little red lights of warning


don’t hesitate to climb onto the big rocks

climb them to the precipice

and then jump

even if your bones break and

people ponder

the fall

abandoning the left overs
“Abandoning the Leftovers” acrylic and pencil on wood board with joint compound 2015

Leave the mess

Leave the torn and attempted bandages

ready for pasting -art journal prep 2014

take your wrist and turn it downward

let your hand dangle

notice how it hangs in the silence

this is a type of language

the language of a hand held

against its wish

all the moths dropping

from its fingers

in the dark

What is Happening to Me?

Do you know?

I was screeching this.

I was unwinding my insides.

art journal spring 2016


I feel like a wild animal.

Scratching and marking and hunting.

If you ask me to behave,

I most likely will not.

art journal 2016


I’m not afraid to lay open.

I’m unafraid to bleed out.

If you are afraid of my smooth skin

and my loud voice

then go away.

Artfest collage work 2016

When I became this way

was when the grass in the meadow spoke

When it told me

I was home

That’s when I became earth

and started to smell of it

juniper portal in the Sacred Meadow

Your touch sets me on fire

In all the bad ways

work in progress 2015

I’m my ghost

I’m my sacred, wet, woman self

I’m making all the music

“from LA with love ” 2016


When I say, I’m dying

When I died

When I say I’m dying

every day

after almost everything I feel

and hear

and say

That’s when I realize

I’m alive.

“I Speak this Way” art journal 2016

And I want to lick it

I want to lick it

And wear it

And smell it

I wanna go in broken

And feel it

I won’t stop easy.