backwards

life is continually and inexorably chronological, but there’s no rule against writing it backwards. especially when life is a bit backwards right now, and my shirt is inside out. so instead of a dawn, I’ll begin with a sunset. squinting eyes and sweaty foreheads as a sister of 9 years tramps besides me west down… Continue reading backwards

2 am: a sketch

the rain upstairs sounds like popcorn kernels popping in the microwave. the rain in the basement sounds like the gentle sloppiness of a toad plodding his wet way through muddy gravel. ~ ~ ~ it's 2 am and you've been avoiding it for several hours now. you've been watching singing videos instead, because you like… Continue reading 2 am: a sketch

qu(art)antine

sitting in my cold bedroom beneath a cold window displaying the lovely view of a cold brick wall naturally led me to go back and scroll through the light-soaked photos of this past winter vacation in the sunshine state. one particular photo caught my attention - it was of my sister’s face laced with the… Continue reading qu(art)antine

tribute to a cream-filled-doughnut-filled girl

when i saw this instagram photo of a newly-pregnant jenna joseph, i was blown away. the shadows playing across her face and the backdrop of cool-toned green foliage were the perfect compliments to her flawless golden-hour dewy peach-kissed face. out of the blue that wonderful, elusive and sporadic thing called "motivation" hit me like a… Continue reading tribute to a cream-filled-doughnut-filled girl

perhaps i found the lost piece of every dreamer’s soul

10/13/19 the moon the moon the moon - she's gorgeous, gorgeous tonight. she caught my eye as i was driving home; sitting in the backseat with my knees pushed up against the chair in front of me; and she held them in her spell the rest of the way home. she was hidden at first… Continue reading perhaps i found the lost piece of every dreamer’s soul