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

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!

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






his memory
crawls into
her mind,
winding and binding
and finding a way
into her stilled
and hollow heart

nature is art