I felt in you, inside me perhaps now I look again A black hole. It matters little where it was located, it was there. There is something you should know about this place but I hardly know where to begin. There is something in there that I feel compelled to see To touch, to taste, […]
Now I can see what you are What you are not What I am What I am not I’m taking risks To be close to you Because I don’t always understand things Unless I am close up Snuffling around for clues For food Like a mouse I want to figure things out In detail There […]
Opening up to the places inside that have been shut away for so long. Making faces at the fears that now uncover their subversive intentions to derail me from my truth. I am not there yet; The fears still serve as my protection. Protection from what? I wonder… if not the memories of past times […]
Now I can see, what you mean is so much more to me than a cheap thrill. It’s a bitter pill to swallow when you know you’ve fallen into a trap and had to have your friends point out a few things about how you’ve been acting. Suck it up. Relax. They have your best […]
Freedom need not be so serious…
b. 1972 in UK. Visual artist, musician, writer/blogger, poet, model, mother of one.
Phoebe lives in Dorchester, birth place of Thomas Hardy in Dorset, Southern UK with her extended family.
Loves to buck all trends and go her own way. Wants to inspire and support other creatives on their own journeys by transmitting artistic and creative truths through art, music and writing.
Believes that you should learn the rules only to break them.
Punk to the heart, even though she's a generation late.