If all that remained on my screen was her filth, I would, at worst, still stand proud of a morn. And as fade became thrill, I'd sing the praises of bleach & the bleed of her film. If all that remained was the trace of her, the print or the stain of the milk … Continue reading If Whitman Sang Alabama.
October 25th 2018 There are 3 large oil paintings: seascapes. One is predominantly red, another is a dusky blue with great curling waves rising up to the stars. The stars slide across the wet sky. The third is mostly brown appliqué - parcel paper, layered into intricate shapes. (when i wake i am convinced … Continue reading dream diaries…46
took a stroll out onto the longsands. tried to make a wish, tried to make myself a plan. found a pebble it had a hole right through. wrote a poem. gonna send them both to you. now, it may mean something or nothing much to you - but, girl, i can imbue it … Continue reading a poem & a pebble.
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