Rags & Feathers.
Je ne regrette rien.
Tuesday, March 13, 2012
Looking at Numbers (For Louise).
›
92. 92. 95. 91. 90. 90. 90. 89. (Anxiety) 89. 89. 89. 91. 92. 95. 95. Her eyes had changed. Instead of the steely blue I was so used to, th...
Friday, February 4, 2011
Icelandic Room.
›
Against a wall entirely made of windows, the silence is sharp. It is the type of quiet you would feel afraid to shatter. The occasional bl...
1 comment:
Saturday, January 29, 2011
Cinnamon hearts.
›
Each time I sat down to try writing about it, the task become more impossible. Fingers grazing against the keyboard--my inability to keep t...
Monday, July 27, 2009
The Letting Go (a project of sorts):
›
LOVE COMES TO ME --- Without any words, you hand me a leaf. It is brittle enough to splinter immediately at my touch. I avert my eyes down...
3 comments:
Monday, July 6, 2009
Tan&blue, peach&navy.
›
...so I woke up and started writing. I wrote and I wrote and I wrote until I began to feel like myself again. It took a few hours or more,...
1 comment:
Sunday, June 7, 2009
This is not a blog about fashion.
›
However, sometimes someone like MKate looks far too sublime to resist drawing shameless attention to. Here's to being effortlessly cool...
1 comment:
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
Magic hours.
›
The water in the bathtub sighs heat, reeling me into itself. Limbs ache in a way that I am unacquainted with--subtle; searing. I slink my ...
›
Home
View web version