Fossilized Dreams

by Monster Mom

It’s true none of this has to do with dreams. I’ve really been there – all of there. I would know the locations on a map – even if, even when – I do go back there and no longer can find it’s crystal caves, its sweeping valleys, its secret old towns...

Words at the Wheel

by Monster Mom

I didn’t just write at red lights, I wrote at green lights and on the downtown straightaway. At 50mph, 45, 35 winding my island – county highway 56 -two quiet lanes. Around neighborhood turns and slow through the school zones. In the crosswalk, the parking lot....

Luna-tic

by Monster Mom

What is it about the moon? I jumped into it. I drink from his light – yes his 
 round eyes like John Lennon’s glasses. 
The cups of glowing moon milk – Moon, ah you Luna-tic I came from her – yes her dry grey dust who keeps hold of footprints. No...

The War of Man vs. Nature

by Monster Mom

From my breasts I am fierce. I am wild. I walk the mountain trail topless–just like the men sun tanning their bare chests–my bare feet step solid, pads on my paws built by clay earth bake into my soles. I am tender and private. Solitary in the landscape of...

What Happened While Growing Up

by Monster Mom

There came a point when I felt too late, too old, too out of place, under practiced and too sidetracked by family for the art world. The real art world of galleries and money where I always believed I belonged. I lived in the wrong place – Hawaii is a long way from...