sitting cross-legged on the floor of my summer cottage the breeze drifting through the shade-covered screened-windows. i felt truly happy as i cut/tore pictures out of glossy perfumed magazines with kitten playing with the leftover scraps of paper which fell aimlesly to the ground with each snip.
couture. camis. capris.
i have begun to make a ( Read more... )

this is the weather for drinking hot cocoa and wearing nothing but loosely woven sweaters over boy-cut panties. rain pouring down forming-streams becoming-tributaries to-puddles --- ankle-deep. the darkness outside beckons to my lonely soul. come play. come play. but i am tired and my bed also beckons my body to lie down and slumber in the folds of ( Read more... )

Two men. pete and re-pete. father and son ( Read more... )

i am falling.

taking a bath to wash off all the sand from the beach and then into my car with no destination in particular, i ended up driving back roads toward iola ( Read more... )

but i do not mourn the existentialism of actuality ( Read more... )