celtic queen
to mongol lord
to russian
revolutionary
to vietnamese
rebel
&
finally landing
on
mother….
is it a fall from grace
though?
as a mere
mother
i still
rebel
i still
fight in the revolution
i still am a lord
& queen
so not a fall
but
an accumulation?

an art journal exploration of what i feel to be past lives leading up to this one….
clearly this was written when my kids were away with their dad & i didn’t feel like a complete fucking mess of a mother.
clearly i did some heinous crime in a previous life to land as a mother in this one.
crap.