hello. 

My name is Jessi.

I am art.

My soul leaks through my fingertips in paint and poetry and prose. Creativity is communication. I see art in the harmonious integration of energy that we call nature. This earth is my home and my heart is buried next the the sea, somewhere in the sand.
Welcome to my sacred space of 1's and 0's.

I, the soul, see the soul within you, and I respect that. 

We are all spiritual beings; we are souls wrapped in flesh embodied in our human form. We are one. ​It is no mistake the crevices on the palms of our hands resemble the cracks of canyons. Or that there are galaxies in our freckles and nebulae in our eyes. Our bodies are intricately woven into this existence. Do not forget that.

Join me in exploring this human form.
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My feet are always dirty. My car is sandy. My belongings are all coffee stained.

​And I have set out to change the world.

Namaste. ​

a poem:
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I am a poet with a paintbrush,

the bristles, the fibers of my mind,

the paint, the blood of my heart.

My heart, that bleeds,

it fills my lungs

I dip the bristles

down my throat

and choke on the ache in my chest.

I draw the paintbrush from my mouth,

blood dripping from my lips,

I must paint faster

faster

The blood is pooling in my lungs;

It burns inside and the weight is too heavy-

I gasp for breath

and paint my words

with the blood of my chest.

I’m drowning

I’m drowning, oh poetry,

save me from my broken heart!

Drink from the pools of my lungs;

swallow my blood;

digest my pain.

Fool me with your eloquent whispers;

Make me believe I’ll be okay.

I’ve believed in lies before,

for what other, did you think,

severed the veins

of my heart?

And filled my lungs with blood.

I am a poet with a paintbrush

the bristles, the fibers of my mind

the paint, the blood of my heart.