Some moments are too sweet for words too soft for voices and music too delicate for movement They come, more a discovery than arrival They have always been and always will be Waiting patiently for a soul to awaken to…
October 6, 2023
✶✧✶ I spent the morning tackling my day calendar, entertaining my toddler, and drinking coffee. I’m a multitasker and usually have something keeping me company in the background, be it music, a show, or my kiddo singing songs. Laundry, dishes.…
October 4, 2023
I pull the horse hair across four strings release, let her sing she’s an angel bellowing bound to a wooden cage reverberate, undulate the sweetest sounds escape her death cry masquerade my dear, sad lady sacred honeyed harmony melding mind…
October 2, 2023
I suppose I don’t need the haircut. The gold hoops. Black boots laced high beneath strong, toned thighs. And maybe I don’t need the room white. Stripped of life. Accents of beiges from floor to ceiling like coffee stains. Pour…
September 29, 2023
I’m writing a series about a cottage my family would visit each summer in Massachusetts. This is part 3. You can read the previous posts here. The histories are a bit muddy for me, but I believe my grandmother lived…
September 27, 2023
Old Madam Randson knew what she wanted, and what she did not. She wasted no time pining after the next rung in the social climb. No doilies at tea time. No retirement dreams of the sea. No, not for Old…
September 25, 2023
I dip my toes in last eve’s ashes Kick the dust around me Marvelous whirl, afloat Tiny drifting carriages It’s dark, dim. Where’s the light? Throw back the shutters Revel the jarring clatter Seek night against the bright I cup…
September 21, 2023
My secret lies deep in the woods. The birch trees stand as sentries, strong thighs and wide eyes to watch for threat approaching. And yet it’s only me who comes, only me who seeks. Deep, deep, deep within…
September 19, 2023
Rusted autumn amber like marmalade on black toast color chaotic, carmalized above and below a palette for the mind my compass water aflame, crackling fresh ink, Kodak Gold lone wolf wanderings the auburn forest beckons me – “Equinox Whispers” LITTLE…
September 16, 2023
A while ago, I started a series about a cottage my family would visit each summer in Massachusetts. This is Pt. 2. You can read the first post in the series here. I don’t remember the second half of the…
September 15, 2023
as long i’ve allowed the world to direct me i’ve never truly heard myself speaking i’m afraid to be bold to wander alone to defy the stories that teach me to HATE ME i’m afraid to show myself compassion, to…
September 14, 2023
A few weeks ago, I mentioned plans to submit some of my photography to my upcoming show (instead of just paintings). The studio I’m working with pretty much gave me free rein to pick the work I’d like to showcase,…
September 13, 2023