This audio was recorded at my old house about a year ago… The footage is more recent :) More poetry coming soon!
Pretending nothing happened? Telling lies for we must not tell the truth? Every time you accidentally mention my name, brush me off your shoulder, edge a little closer on a floral couch… When I rested my head on your shoulder on the train I wished you were mine again. Even if you were disguised behind […]
This series was taken in our old house on Rainbow Dr. Ginger is no longer with us but I have a hard drive & heart full of pictures and memories that I like to post from time to time to remind myself that I had an amazing friend and that she is still with me. […]
Here are some older family photographs I had scanned on my computer. My family is kind of strange but I love them all anyway. I will post more once I can find them :) I grew up in the 90s so there are bound to be some funny outfits and haircuts ::shudder::
I am working on a new poetry compilation for the springtime… in the meantime I figured I might share what I have been so freaking busy doing lately since I recently became unemployed. I don’t do much except clean my place and listen to music on YouTube. In the last year I lost my cat […]
We got together with some friends to test out the handy dandy shrinky dink maker! It was fun once we learned to leave them in long enough/how to get them out of the dang machine! It was a fun night for all… remember that one time I forgot to blog so far this year? Yeah, […]
Please click the image above to visit my Photographic Novel. A few days ago I found this list floating around social networking sites and decided to make it a challenge for my photo blog: Day 01 – A picture of yourself with fifteen facts Day 02 – A picture of you and the person you […]
Other-worldly dreams keep me at peace while I put them through paces: various men, various places. Vicariously kissing in dreams, pressing lips, connecting faces. Familiar amalgamations possess piercing, forgettable eyes. It seems as though appearances are constantly changing, idyllic features turn sour and are replaced by more pleasing countenances, a million copies of his face. […]
When I hear your music alone, or in a crowded room, I’m not alone, I’m understood.
We got some rolls and venison from the food bank so I started thinking of things to make. I used the garlic bread we got to make pasta the other day and I wanted something a bit different. I used a green and orange pepper (also from the food bank) and dried onion flakes because […]