This was a poem written by an artist whose name I've long since lost to time, that taught me how to play with my cunt, why to play with my cunt, and pretty much everything I needed to know about being a woman. I wish I could replicate it, or find a copy of the … Continue reading Why I play with my cunt…
Siddha Speaks Out
The following post is dedicated to my spirit Guardian's. You know the little voice in your head and heart that tell you what to do when you are feeling broken and insecure? I call mine Siddha Lee Saint James. These are her words, not mine. -Devon J Hall, Librarian In front of where I … Continue reading Siddha Speaks Out
I’m Just A Stoner With A Keyboard
It feels arrogant to call myself a Teacher, but that's a word other people have used. I don't know if it's true, because I don't really feel like I am "teaching" anything important. All I am doing is sharing my experience, maybe that's enough, I'm not sure, the point is that I am no Guru. … Continue reading I’m Just A Stoner With A Keyboard
1000 Hours….1000 Letters
I've written one thousand letters in the last two years. But I am no expert. Writing, much like anything in this world, is a craft, one that must be perfected over many decades, before it can be called perfect...if at all. There are few books that could be called "perfect", Frankenstein and Dracula come to … Continue reading 1000 Hours….1000 Letters
I Don’t Want To Run Away…
I don't want to run from my problems. I never really did, I didn't quite have a choice, I just kind of got used to pretending that bad shit wasn't happening because it was easier. I am so different from that girl who would "forget" she'd just been raped. I remember promising to leave a … Continue reading I Don’t Want To Run Away…