Feast Of Silence

Your words spread soft against my skin like butter. slow and languid like honey. my tongue made thick like many glasses of wine. I ache to curl against your flesh, and let you take refuge between my softest places. I opened like a fresh shell, held in hunger within a sailors palm. . I told … More Feast Of Silence

Tragic Tulip

A year ago, I started painting this tulip. One leaf in, a couple of petals, and I began to feel frustrated. Nothing was going right. It looked, tragic. I could not bare with the failure of my art. So, I picked it up, and tossed it into the corner of my room. literally. I stewed … More Tragic Tulip

Fly The Coop

Took a trip to Coupville, WA. Small bayside town tucked away under a cloudy sky. Well, it was cloudy that day. The temperature mild and sleepy, which if you think about it, it would probably describe any coastal town. They got their own swing, their own ebb and flow, like the waters that border them. … More Fly The Coop