In the grand tradition of fairy tales throughout history, The Wizard of Oz, both its literary and cinematic versions, is much darker than it seems at first glance. 

Miu Miu is currently an anomaly in the luxury fashion market; where sales have been mostly down for most other brands, they’ve just reported 93% growth in the first half of the year, up from 2023. As it turns out, Miu Miu is popular with Gen Z, the first generation to grow up completely digitally native in a land where cats rule. Could we be making a transition from cat ladies to cat girls, from a symbol of spinsterhood to girlhood?

I think this is what they call a prelude. Funny, all this time I thought things were ending. Introducing an array of inspirations for the prequel collection, "We were blue for a limited time only." Not for a limited time.

When I decided to write 30 poems in 30 days for National Poetry Month, I hoped that I’d learn how to be consistent and that I’d slowly edge my way towards becoming a “real” or “better” poet.

During the pandemic, it kind of felt like the world was ending. And then most of us came out fine: some with new careers and hobbies and businesses, some having lost, but most just fine. I can't help but think that despite the normalcy of the lives we have returned to, maybe the world as we knew it did end because the way I've been feeling since hasn't felt the same.

A while ago I was reading about the decline of the western as a film genre: “In recent years, the cowboy has been replaced by the superhero as the most common expression of American values in blockbuster filmmaking.”

I have been told all my life that I could be and make anything, and that it's up to me to make my own meaning in the world.

It was the Grammys last night, a time for Flowers, women, and poetry.

6 foot tall fashion models walk down the runway all somber in sculpted gowns with the tonally contrasting yet familiar sound of something blaring in the background.

"Not all wounds bleed, 
I gander there’s an itty bitty one in me,
pretty coagulated into shame and prisms."

"this is what it’s about:
the loneliness of being female and surrounded
by a world that knows how to use you but
not how to value and understand you."