poet\a/rtist
tx / mx / the road
I make poetry that destroys the book. I make art that destroys the good woman. My works show up in bathrooms, on street corners, in anti-galleries. I leave complete works behind for strangers and never turn back.
Toilet paper poems. Wooden poetic dick sculptures. SFMOMA bathroom installations. Videopoemas. Objects with no clean category. Failure Dicks and I'm trying to understand my cunt (current projects).
DIY everything. Shows I produce myself. Publications I print myself. A daily writing practice with no audience in mind.
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A daily writing practice. One year. No editing. No pressure. No performance for anyone but myself.
→ read itLoved, learned, fell out of love, and made the decision.
Me and booze were never meant to be a long-term partnership (kind of like my ex lol).
The thing is...I never went to school for this. So I started with self publish because I could. Now I keep at it because it is freedom. Toilet paper, xerox, substack, a bathroom wall. If I make it, I put it out.
I'm not the woman who will be around forever. My only lifelong love is poetry, art, solitude, sex, hamburgers and seafood.
Kinky woman loves to fuck. But not with most people. Read the Slutstack to discover slutty secrets. Or just ask me, respectfully.
doesn't save. doesn't perform. just you and the screen.
some of these end up on the slutstack. ash will read it. no promises beyond that.
my art is for sale.
i'm not gonna beg.
each piece deserves
its rightful home.