Sunday, October 19, 2014


My honey and I are about to head out on our last road trip of the season! Thinking of how much fun we've had throughout this warm season and how many poems have been inspired. I'm keeping them all in a collection on my computer currently titled 'Vacationland.' Lots of memories, lots of Michigan, lots of love. 

Exert from Vacationland

The farther north you drive
The more you are surrounded by open space
There are no chain restaurants
Strip (mall) culture
You can keep driving like this
Along that sculpted highway
Until you journey all the way to North Port
Past the light house on the right
and find yourself looking out over the edge
Staring out onto miles and miles of water
Or drive out to Empire and hike the mile and a half trail
Up to the bluff
Where Glen Lake deposits into the ocean

Watch the blues and greens milk together like honey

(An exert currently featured in The Last Place on Earth, in the Vacationland arsenal)

On our bikes we entered into a fugue state
That felt like childhood
That did not know boundaries or fear
At the mercy of our guide 
From the water to the Wailing Wall
Detroit’s Berlin Wall
Families playing golf on one side
and starving on the other
Half a mile of racism
Left over from a time bathed in fire
Immortalized by the work of dozens of artists
White birds, People running to board busses
A trail full of bubbles gliding across primary houses
When they could no longer keep themselves separated
The white birds fled the city
In search of a different 
“American Dream”
One with a little less chocolate
A little less red hot
A little less fire
I crushed that “American Dream” deferred between my teeth
Feel it explode like a ripe grape
Spit out colors from between my eyelids
A prayer for a new neighborhood
And wonder if the water missed making reflections
If it envies the mirror
That mimics so effortlessly
The water’s not blue anymore
Its carries with it the burden of a history of fire
Tearing down the old in hopes that one day
Something new will rise from the ashes
That everyone has a chance to call home

It took me a long time to realize we had stopped running
It was something about the vibrations
Or lack there of
Something about the way E became very calm
She held me less
My mental images began to slow
E simply sat
And waited for all her demons to come running

“As long as you keep moving, your safe
But the minute you stop
Everything you’re running from consumes you
There’s no other way”

Sunday, October 12, 2014


Portraits is a collaboration featuring songs and poems by Monster Michigan and the stunning, ethereal collages of Rebecca Byington.

A Night at the Movies 

His hand warm against her knee
Brushing the ruffled hem of her skirt
She makes no move to remove it, sits very still
And revels in the acceleration of her heartbeat
Keeps face forward

His eyes move over to hers
Partially masked
Behind red and green tinted sunglasses

Baby, I’m seeing stars

Her lips part
His hand warm against her thighs
The place where her roads converge
At the drive in
Everything that happens beneath the windshield is private
A secret between passengers

Never Enough 

To hear the song visit Monster Michigan's YOUTUBE channel!
I want my face to shine with sky
Planetary points like freckles in the night 
I want my body to be my own 
Hollow it out and set it alight
Until I see myself underneath

I’m never enough
I’m never enough
I’m never enough
There’s just too much of me
There’s too much
But never enough…

I want my curls to stretch out like seas
Echoes of stagnant infinities
Will you sail out to me?
Your starlet, your celebrity
So I’m not alone

I’m never enough
I’m never enough
I’m never enough
There’s just too much of me
There’s too much
But never enough…

Will you sail out to meet me
So I know I’m not alone?
Will you sail out to meet me
So I can be whole

I want my face to shine with sky
Hollow it out and set it alight
I want my body to be my own
So I know I’m not alone

To see all 17 collages and read their stories visit our Facebook page! Monster Michigan Facebook

A Brief Interlude

I am a woman of many dreams. 

One of them being to own an artist market. I love shops like Detroit's mercantile and Ferndale's Rust Belt Market. When I walk inside I feel community, I feel creativity, I feel love and all the emotions that come with love. However, in college this dream wasn't as articulate in my mind as it is today. I started Monster Michigan with three other friends as a means to start selling our art/craft in a group setting. But as life gets in the way my dance partners change. I, as an individual, find new friends to share art with and archive other projects. So in some cases, life experience has been my mercantile. 

Monster Michigan is not just a store, it's a story of an artist finding her own voice and her place in the wide community at her feet.