equivocal love |
where love and hate drag you, behind its velocity.i could have been a scientist- resting on method. breakfast, admiration, your apparent discomfort with betrayal.or equivocal love. uncertain signifi...
Posted by on Tue, 22 Jan 2008 19:26:00 GMT |
pollenated diamonds |
this morning my eyes woke me up to thick and opaque light highlighting my covers like white caps in an erupting ocean. Everything was covered in white fresh snow. Covering every footprint from last ...
Posted by on Tue, 01 Jan 2008 09:26:00 GMT |
tiny waves of shivers |
i always knew i would spend a lot of time alone with the animals. tea stains, tabacco crumbs, carrots in my fridge. I have my grandfather's hands. searching for his power's. Crystal ships bursting...
Posted by on Sat, 15 Dec 2007 14:38:00 GMT |
paper cut |
I feel like my heart is pressed up against my chest, like an ear to a door. Eaves dropping on some muffled secrets. Eaves dropping on what it is that is going on out here. I can't stop eating bana...
Posted by on Sun, 25 Nov 2007 06:22:00 GMT |
the world is very sexy |
i stole the last rose that was blooming on my street. The little spot of pink gave me so much joy riding my bike towards my house. I had to take it before it froze. It made my finger bleed but it n...
Posted by on Thu, 01 Nov 2007 17:49:00 GMT |
my first kiss |
my first kiss was from a wizard. I was 19. He ran up behind me before loading the airplane to the otherside of the country. I remember every kiss as if it was my first.always burning like a little ...
Posted by on Sun, 14 Oct 2007 17:33:00 GMT |
dust |
Today when I got home from work i sat down under the dark sky beside some stale coffee left over from my breakfast... and felt so full and grateful. I cried because I realized how great it was to ha...
Posted by on Sun, 30 Sep 2007 17:57:00 GMT |
high tea manifesto |
I have no plans. Rarley do I ever have plans before I start a piece. perhaps some colour concept, feeling of design- but I never fully grasp what it is I am at until it is finished. Some days I dem...
Posted by on Tue, 14 Aug 2007 05:17:00 GMT |
paper moon |
full moon tonight. i can tell. I feel like all gravity is gone. like i've metamorphised into a dandlion fluff. floating quietly away towards glowing silos in evening light and wind tossed fields. ...
Posted by on Sat, 28 Jul 2007 18:22:00 GMT |
pape le pew (the second) |
ok so... yesterday morning I was eating breakfast with some good friends on the street when out of the corner of my eye a beautiful white cat coily made its way to the patio of the cafe (I have a wea...
Posted by on Thu, 28 Jun 2007 07:53:00 GMT |
