
fly away my friend

fly away my friend

strawberries every day
outside dinners and glasses of wine
summer rain, again and again
long evening walks, admiring lush gardens
the sweetest little ice cream truck

the impending night kisses everything in a violent rush

Now this drifter’s world goes ‘round and ‘round
And I doubt that it’s ever gonna stop
But of all the dreams I’ve lost or found
And all that I ain’t got
I still need to lean to
Somebody I can sing to
Lyrics from the song Please Come to Boston by Dave Loggins, 1974

sometimes it’s not so much what is lost,
as what can be found

Indifference can make you feel small, it can render you invisible, as you question the tender essence of yourself and the preservation of what used to be your young and wild spirit.

shadows are like morning webs,
tangled in our downcast lashes and hushed lips,
at once beautiful and terrifying

camera accidents


we search the world over,
never realizing the answers
are within

I will be taking some time away from the blog. Be well and safe!