Adriene Crimson

focusmy dear friendwhere have you gone i vaguely recollect a timewhen the honor of your presencedidn’t require steeped, fermented tea leaves [with sugar and milk] perhapsonce i’ve cleared the tablea bityou’ll return of your own volition until thenmy elusive friend will that be one lumpor two?

[This is a rather long post, btw, with some really personal stuff at the bottom – so, if you’re not interested in this story because it’s not about me, scroll to the bottom] So, I get this esoteric spiritual email from a friend – “little story I thought you’d like” was the subject line. Cynicism […]

oh to have been that photographer.

the wisdom of the agesis contained herein look closely grasshoppertake notesand do be this this is your liberation {thank you miss mila for being my muse for a minute}

to quote my friend miks “honey t” – “this is the best ‘bitch please’ i’ve seen” – say no more… this t-shirt was made by me in honor of the chinese new year – for the year of the cock. the letters are made of reflective tape. the electrical tape on my hands and arms […]

I visited my sister Heather up in Arcata a while back. I wanted to get out of SF for a bit, take the my cousin Morris the doggers to the trees and make use of my uncle’s car. Morris and I stopped at about hour 5, on a road called Avenue of the Giants, and […]

loving myselfan unending process of discoveryconstanttrue loving othersan unending process of fulfillmentmutable and everpresenttrue tell me about lovego to the limb, climb out onto it, get the fruits and fly awaybirth verity listen to the missives of the light beingsheed the wordsactkeep looking forwardknowing that the path lies under your feet the balance will be […]

Tuesday, I missed my yoga class by 5 minutes and thus got my exercise by walking from Hayes Valley, along Dolores Street, to my home in Glen Park. The walk took about an hour and I loved every minute of it. This is not a foreign experience in my world. However, it took seperating my […]

the air is filled with nostalgia my breath tastes of disembodied maudlin patterns of thought unable to use a naming protocol in reference to the swirling waters of my emotional body I enhale the sunlight and keep on walking

emotional necrophilia winding it up tight hand the wheel to the red head in the purple undies striking scorpion pose with the ease of a baby’s full bellied smile coo spit up sob pass out let the kitten play with the string the ball will loosen on it’s own vibrating space between crossing lines space […]