last night we were like ghosts. but with love, walls are
membranes easy to see through. we can.t ever ignore each
other completely.

make the spin stop.

do they sell dramamine for life?

it.s been months since i have written. my fingers are padded cotton, attempting visual sound with the volume of rust & stumbles ( Read more... )

i have a master.s degree with distinction in the field of fine arts.

i am unprotected new, filtering the breeze of the world through my flayed, exposed training.

good morning future.

i am on an artist residency in wendover, ut with this org called the Center for Land Use Interpretation, doing research for my MFA thesis show in June ( Read more... )

today i am as old as a quarter of a century.

i.m scambling.

motivation is at 0 rpms.
pistons are waning.

tips on tuning my life readily accepted.

this is a tired western.
little white flags come out when i draw.

the people i thought i knew
are cardboard storefronts
on a desert lane
where i used to live.

disappointment weighs heavy when it finally shifts a shape.

la vie en rose: edith piaf ( Read more... )

europe is a big, gushing, beautiful heart:
with confusing keyboards, opposite suns, & cold train stations.

i am in love. i am lost.

i am so very tired, sleepy with the weight of centuries.
but today, i will walk by the sea in Nice.