Live. Live for love, Live for the song of the red, glass heart. Live for the earth and for pain, Live. Live for the wonder of yourself. And never, ever die for the man.
Working on a little portrait of a brown bird Wet feathers. The time of your life is everyday. Cradling your organs like a baby, in your soft hands callused by pens electronics and the echo of gardening tools. We live... Continue Reading →
They're birds. They're wingspans are wider than my arms spread wide. When they cry, they wail, they wander. Hurricanes can blow them far from water. Hurricanes. Hurricanes. Birds dig for worms in their new home. Lost from sea, far from... Continue Reading →
Cat Over Clock 