Don’t listen to anyone. Trust what gives you pleasure. Trust the emotions. If you love something but can’t explain why, that’s enough. – Calice Becker
photographed by nina leen from the life magazine archives, date unknown. – Miss Moss. for those who think i’m a hippy. i provide my inspiration, the contrary.
where you had only to touch me other had to present a history a bibliography, a justification but no question remains, that a gift easily given lightly received is wasted no one can touch me the way you can/ I should say did but no question remains your touch was not lightly taken and my… Read More To Celebrate My Body
At the pet store on Court Street, I search for the perfect fish. The black moor, the blue damsel, cichlids and neons. Something to distract your sadness, something you don’t need to love you back. Maybe a goldfish, the flaring tail, orange, red-capped, pearled body, the darting translucence? Goldfish are ordinary, the boy selling fish… Read More Goldfish Are Ordinary
There was a day when I was an equation of one. and you were the same. each of us spinning, individually in our own worlds. and then, we collided with the force of a thousand stars. the sparks, oh they flew. lighting fires everywhere they fell. and then we were two, together. the moon and… Read More There was a day …
I heard a thousand blended notes, While in a grove I sate reclined, In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts Bring sad thoughts to the mind. To her fair works did Nature link The human soul that through me ran; And much it grieved my heart to think What man has made of man. Through… Read More Lines Written in Early Spring