The Sirens
Memory is my Siren song blink. I can’t remember very much from my early childhood. Images flash in my mind and I’m hesitant to claim them as memories, unsure whether or not they’re really mine or sponged up from novels, movies or old photobooks. blink. Standing in knee deep swishy grass, an endless sea of [...]
Once more, with feeling…
Out of the habit We used to visit every other year or so, strategically taking advantage of the Christmas break or summer holidays. Germany was magical. The Gummi bears perched on my pillow in the guest room when I arrived and a never-ending supply of Brötchen at breakfast kept my mouth busy, but left my [...]
Rain, among other things…
It’s been raining since early this morning. Everything outside is sopping wet and there are mirrors of grey sky in puddles on sidewalks. Today is the funeral for two of Russ’s teenage cousins. I was sad to hear the news, but not knowing them well, felt disconnected from the grieving. It’s not that I don’t [...]
when it snaps like cheap kite string…
all our loves and attachments snap at the end, like cheap kite string, and we sail off and off into the atmosphere, until the hunched shoulders of the spool-holders all disappear, until all our fear is finally gone, and fingers crossed, we arrive safely home. – – – – – – – – – – [...]
Lost or Loss
I’ve been listening to the new Bon Iver/St. Vincent collaboration and the new Lykke Li song on repeat for a few days now. They both seemed to pull at a really strong feeling in me, a feeling of loss, of numbness… of a heavy-heavy-heavy-heart. I am a strong believer in hope and in beauty and [...]
Sunday Best
All dressed, shirt pressed, lovingly mended slacks with creases. Laid to rest, Sunday best, hands folded, old with creases. We are blessed, when with heavy chest, we bend our eyes with creases, smiles.
Both hands felt like eyes on a crack in the door
Both hands felt like eyes on a crack in the door, originally uploaded by dwelldeep. This painting was inspired by this Iron & Wine song: Sodom, South Georgia I had never noticed it on the album, but Russ and I got to see them live when we lived in Miami. He sang this song with [...]
das Altenheim
I walked by a retirement home today on the way to the post office. Everyone was sitting outside. I passed by an old couple. The husband was feeding the wife, who was staring straight ahead. We made eye contact. Her face was completely expressionless, but her eyes followed mine as I walked past. I looked [...]
i’m not here.
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nyc walk
i stopped walking at that moment. thinking about my father and how i always think about him when i smoke – or was it the other way around? it was impossibly hot and humid outside and something about the moment, sitting there in the semi-dark, seemed ripe to get it all on paper… this intangible [...]
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