"We can love, we can hate, and even kill, with the choice we decide to make with those cells. That choice still resides within the single individual."
Collage Book by Vennie Kocsis Collage art is a medium which I feel most in harmony with. For me, it’s akin to throwing runes and letting the story emerge on its own. I picked up some outdated pocket planners from Half Price Books to up-cycle into new books. Below is a time-lapse video of my … Continue reading “I’m Kind Of a Big Deal: We’re Talking Cover-up”
I am nobody. Nobody is perfect. Therefore I am perfect.
With no electricity or running water as a child, I read books until the candles wax was burned down.
At 1379 Milepost, Delta Junction, Alaska, is a religious commune with a history of horror.
When I was a child growing up on Sam Fife's cult compound in Alaska, we did not have electricity or plumbing. As a result, we used the bathroom in chamber pots and outhouses. We also did not have toilet paper. Our toilet paper was often a Sears magazine with anything that wasn't "proper" for us … Continue reading The Outhouse and a Sears Magazine
**trigger warning: abuse description** If there had been a safe place for me as a child, what would I have said? I didn't know sexual abuse was wrong. I only knew it caused me physical pain and made me want to hide away. It sent me far from this earth place, to other dimensions, so … Continue reading When Abuse Is a Child’s Normal
I think you hate me because you can't break me.
Click here to explore The Cult. SAM FIFE’S MOVE OF GOD CULT: Sam Fife was a former Baptist minister who started his ministry in Florida in the early 1960's. He considered himself an apostle by way of a five-fold ministry concept based on the scripture in Ephesians 4:11 which states: So Christ himself gave the apostles, the … Continue reading A History of Sam Fife’s Move of God Cult
Click below to listen: Shattered into A host of ghosts I never saw a demon Save in the memories Of my screaming And days aren't All fucking pretty Just because I'm not Lamenting the ache That sometimes Settles In my core There's so much Left to tell And I'm in fractals Sorting out faces In … Continue reading Shattered – digital art / poetry