Category: THE VAST LANDSCAPE
I am no different. I am so very different from before. reflect. Oddities of a world, in free fall. Every thing is change. The Vast…
Leave a CommentThe sun is here, feels funny after months and months, buried beneath white and gray. I think, one day I will move away, escape the…
Leave a CommentA visual, the starting point. The jumping off place inside the intimate, very personal view of a world. The vast, rugged, dangerous, tumbleweed terrain, desert earth we’re…
Leave a CommentImmersed in the land of Georgia Pine., a glimpse. The mysterious, ethereal image was the first I found. It helps shape the divine character I see…
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She disappeared inside the land of make-believe, filled with Crayola crayons so bright she wore tinted sunglasses I always thought true love was equivalent to good…
One CommentThis morning I told my mother to fuk off. I did not mean it, not exactly. Living here, where I don’t want to be, being…
Leave a CommentMy mama always said, a hand-written note is the politest, most personal form of communication. I tend to agree. By post, the modern-day luxury. …
2 Commentstoday is a three-part kind of day I know. I used to see Phillip Seymour Hoffman in the Village, head-down, unassuming posture. The year was…
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