Photographs. Sort of.

Month: May 2020

  • Protected: Beautiful Wound

    Protected: Beautiful Wound

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  • Bureaucracy

    Bureaucracy

  • Protected: Editing

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  • the wealthy lament

    we spent the evening all of the evening going to bed but rather than get up as soon as I thought I could I laid there with Roxanne and Rumi, listening to the rain patter against the roof and staring out through the balcony doors at the elm trees backlit against the city-light-amber sky time…

  • The Word

    The word is death. The word means life. The word only has meaning to the living.   I am mildly surprised at how often I am back at this sentiment, like a story that never fails to deliver the drama… the drama, the humble glory and wonder of life Of the Living of dying of…