April 25, 2017

Past the oil patch and those big trees that wrap black in the dawn.  Past sweeney ranch road where the hay fields spread as far as the eye can see.

we used to come here looking for you…. now we will wait.


April 22, 2017


“…Those spaces have paths to adventure. Also don’t you dare to feel alone. Go clean the bathroom until you’re ready to be part of the world again. “.

my friend Anne

memories of august

April 21, 2017

Delicately balanced hair. She walked up … Balancing her hair on stilettos.   August

March 29, 2017



“…Oh my word. What a unique box of possibilities!!!”
— my friend Anne

AfterChristmas cupcake

December 28, 2016


December 20, 2016


bells up down.

…and then winter.



bird by snow and stir by still.