Do you notice swirls and blotches of color when you close your eyes? I see purple mostly, some times red. All I craved was a cup of coffee from an independent establishment. All I saw were strip malls that were half decayed. Tom’s roofing, wild bird seed, moodz alteration, Fed Ex, fed up. I’d brew some green tea instead. I just bought some wild, raw honey and am sipping it out of the mason jar…

Subdued in the sky surrounding me, captured in a snow globe memory, forever encapsulating, these birds flying by. All the little pebbles, skimming over the water’s top. I skip three at most, but it’s fun regardless. The desert doesn’t hold such amenities, it makes my heart ache for leaving this place. Soft breezes blowing in the grass and skipping rocks on the river to make time pass. With each…

Alone with the owls calling pain, pain, come home to the pain. Bright stars, seven sisters and piercing full moon, glaring down the funnel of my iris and searing imprints into my soul, no escape, making me want to run and hide, look for home, but to where and for what? I have not a home and am eternally searching for that click, tick, tock, boom, I’m there. I dream of genie and know she could be…

Sweetest one with eyes so big and bright, lost like the moon, sad, white and sunken, You are so strange to me, in so many ways even more than I could know. You are a mysterious bloom, such as the ranunculus variety would be. Slow to open, vibrant colors exploding bright with each petaled layer unfolding, and then fading to another shade altogether. Each moment to the next, she expands to greater…

It was a special kind of walk, the feeling of Friday humming through the air. The stirring of this weekend’s cauldron and the beginning of life as we know it surrounding the city at every angle. We left the house at around 5:30, prime time for neighborhood traffic to begin, the witching hour inching ever closer.  There was an extra helping of  vehicles on the road, a little extra pep and push in…

Somehow, I knew it would be the last time that I saw you. On the plane, Austin bound, recollecting thoughts of coming home from North Carolina, The Blue Ridge Mountains. I felt so uneasy, rancid as sweet tea left out in the sun. The flies could smell the sugar turning from a mile away and flocked to drown. On the Arizona state line is where she lost control again. And the line that she did keep…

Well helloooo Austin! City of music, street food, dogs and dreams. And really friendly people. Like, really, super friendly. The type of people that wave profusely at you, grinning kind and wide after almost running you over in a cross walk. I don’t even mind, I’m only just stunned by how genuinely nice she is , I’m waving back like a grinning goober now, too! A windshield can not mask the face…

Today was Magical ♥ One of those types that becomes emblazoned into your being, seared into the flesh of your mind. And I owe it all to a whim to get out and about last night, one of those weird, random cravings that a walk and creative projects simply wont fix. Granted, I would have still ended up at Barton Springs Pool eventually, but last night when a stranger mentioned it as something I…

People watching is my equivalent of crack. Usually, I prefer mingling in small groups of people and mini towns, but when the mean red’s settle in, the city and her crowded pockets call to me and I cave in true addict form.  The lingering taste of  these strange and peculiar creatures roaming about, grazing on each others glances and expressions settling in. They are just like me and yet so…

Light, the softness within, why does it captivate me so? The shadows and lines, creases and folds, the golden glitters and hues she casts across time. Light can travel from our realm to another in space, it can not be stopped, infinite and powerful, yet beautiful and untouchable. Graceful, shapeless and shape full, stark and abrupt, soft and white. One can walk in the light or turn one on, but…

The barn where I nestle on the side, providing shade through the day. Life has been good out here in the desert, 15 miles north of Benson and tucked up against the San Pedro. A dirt road, horses next door, giant spiders and bugs, silence and crickets, milky way and blood moon with a raging bonfire. The blanket feeling of stillness in the middle of the afternoon, watering the garden while drinking…