
Trust the Poem
As I prepare for the release of my first book of collected poetry, I feel the tension between the tenderness of my own creativity and my aching, egoic need to be seen. Continue reading Trust the Poem
As I prepare for the release of my first book of collected poetry, I feel the tension between the tenderness of my own creativity and my aching, egoic need to be seen. Continue reading Trust the Poem
For me, poetry has the power to heal, to transform. It is how I shake out the cobwebs of past shame and through open the curtains to shine light upon my darkness. Continue reading Writing to Heal and Finding My Breath
April is National Poetry Month! So take a few minutes to enjoy some fun springtime poems by yours truly to celebrate the joy of Spring, my favorite season. Continue reading Three Poems About Spring
Tonight I present the first installment of Saturday Night Monthly Poetry Reading by Vixen Lea! Continue reading Saturday Night Poetry Reading (opening night!)
It’s time for me to release my blogging pseudonym! Continue reading Shedding the Armor (Goodbye Vixen, Hello Skye!)
We know this intuitively as small, children; until our peers/family/society drills the message tour head that we are somehow ‘lacking’ and need to alter ourselves/or disguise ourselves/or compete to win/or act less weird/or blend in/ or fix what appears broken/ or fill ourselves up. Continue reading Being Enough
I started writing because there were stories inside of me that needed to get out. Old stories, gritty stories, haunting stories. Stories I had spent years drinking into the shadows. Stories that peered up at me in fragile longing, begging to be seen and forgiven. Continue reading The Words I Write
Momma’s losing her mind again. Continue reading Bewildered and Useless
It’s been almost 2 years since I lit up my last cigarette. I still daydream about them sometimes, in that softened nostalgic way one remembers a teenage romance. Continue reading Ode to Cigarettes: Opus of an Ex-Smoker
January 7, 2018 is the day that I made the decision to quit drinking.It seems like such a small thing when you look at the words of it: I Decided to Quit Drinking. Like I just made a decision and then that was that and all was good in the world. But of course, it’s so much more nuanced than that. I was SO AFRAID. It was like I was about to say Goodbye to my entire Being; like I was going to strip off all of my layers of self that I had spent the last 25 years of my life crafting around me and start over bare and nude. Continue reading Finding The Razzle-Dazzle: My Origin Story