not all longings linger as long as their markers and memories
31 August 2009
30 August 2009
with the passing of winter i dare not
how i felt months prior :
in that chair -
-on the edge. i still remember
all of those words
you pretend never did exist-
how does it feel,
29 August 2009
28 August 2009
upon completion this shall be fllying to australia!
I'm working off of the ferns I drew and made into stamps
There's also a flickr group with works in progress being posted, such great things are coming of this!
we coil together
,nestle our bodies tightly
as if the outside world were less important
let us forget anything else
- besides these moments
27 August 2009
26 August 2009
25 August 2009
REAL mail. Snail Mail.
You know, alongside the junk mail and bills..
Whens the last time something real came in the mail?
For you - (that you didn't order off a website)
send me your physical home address and little birds with brown twine fastened into bows shall arrive with blessings & abundance
send addresses to me at: firstname.lastname@example.org
24 August 2009
23 August 2009
22 August 2009
21 August 2009
we ran down that hill with our picnic
,ate our bruised berries & drank only half our refreshments
-the rest pouring over onto our shoes
thank you rain, for bringing us movement so quick and moments so tender.