hurricane: a sketch

My body is no longer firm and terrestrial; it is resolved into its constituent atoms, subtilized, volatilized. Sublimed into imponderable vapor, I mingle and am lost in the endless sources of those vast globular volumes of vaporous mists, which roll upon their flaming orbits through infinite space.Journey to the Center of the Earth i was… Continue reading hurricane: a sketch

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