Dead Dandelion Disco [Digital Macro Photo Series]

Summer is coming to a close but I still notice little dandelions popping up from time to time. I have always loved these “weeds” and am fascinated with their growing process. They sprout up as closed buds, blossoming into bright yellow petals, and then die, turning into delicate stems of iconic floating white seeds. When […]

The Dead Winter

“What the heck? It’s the dead of winter and the sun is still shining!” -small girl outside the Waterloo Public Library I came to the library today and realized that I am in charge of my own blues. I miss college so much it has almost made me ill! I have failed to realize up […]

I Never Saw Him…

I am envious of the lens that saw him moments before he died–he smiled. kids rolled down hills, their screams were the things of dreams… I tumble and feel wet grass, growing around his gravestone, a place that marks the letter sealed inside. words eaten long ago by worms–scorched on a sidewalk, split in half […]

Happy

If he saved himself I would be happy. If he had a little jar of air I would be happy to poke some breathing holes. Summer ends as his swollen body returns only to be eaten by tiny bugs and worms. Grass is greener over here… a ghost is fog that lingers near. Try to […]