
the impending night kisses everything in a violent rush

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

early summer can be a particularly sweet season

She was like a woman of Leonardo da Vinci’s, whom we love not so much for herself as for the things that she will not tell us.
from A Room with a View by E.M. Forster, 1908

buttercups in the grass
dreams in a thunderstorm
shells in a bowl
gratitude in a breath
