Sexual Musings :: 35MM

“There is an ecstasy in cradling your body, an ethereal distance between your hollow ribcage and the pulse in my fingers. An angry thrum of desire and purpose, an ache which radiates from your eye out into my lungs, a rippling breath before the final collapse of the shutter. No matter the frame, I’ve given […]

3 Poems that Remind Me of Home

Using a few of my photographs, I overlaid three poems which remind me of home each time I read them. Poetry is magic. It’s in the way words capture light or a cool touch or a whispered voice. Whether the stanzas are heavy with melancholy or light-footed with rhyme, poetry has a way of sneaking […]

A Note to My Children | “Hard-Earned”

I am a keeper of colors. Of palettes. Of sensation. And I wish I could paint those places for you. I wish I could gift you the tangible image of such a world brimming with life – an ecosystem that sings melodies of hard-earned birth and sweet decay and rushing currents and the eerie ache […]

Sexual Musings :: Chainmail

There is something stirring within you, awakening at the changing fragrance of the wind; a subtle shift in your heart, a trembling purpose awaiting your arrival. And I know you’re afraid. Above you are lightning strikes like glass castles in the sky. Below you are trembling roots, moaning hollow melodies. Your skin is violin strings, […]

Personal Post :: August

August was a month of revelations. Realizations. Reactions. It was about re-centering, taking a break, and figuring out just what the hell had me in such a funk. Here’s a few things I came to terms with regarding the blog: 1. No more monthly wrap up posts until I can reset my compass. By this, […]

In a Slump :: Courting Inspiration

I have an open relationship with Inspiration and before I go much further, I want to clear one thing up: he’s never been abusive, illusive, or manipulative. The thing is, I know how some people view him; I hear people bash Inspiration’s habit of poor timing and then there’s his favorite cruel joke where he shows up in all his infinite […]

B + H | Wetland Adventures

“There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar: I love not Man the less, but Nature more,…” (Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage, George Gordon Byron) In each of us, I believe there is […]

Prompt Post :: “Teacher”

Write about your favorite teacher. I have watched his shoulders settle in, tilted toward me like a leaf reaching for the sun, his voice crumbled cinnamon, low and soft- directing me: “Come here and see this.” The essence of him is a rainbow oil slick and a beaten path through sycamores and zig-zag-zig-zag scars on […]

Sexual Musings :: Estuary

There is a word for the place where a river meets the sea – It’s like a melody I heard as a child From the back pew Of a stained glass church, Whispering across my skin On steel core fiddle strings: “Estuary. Estuary. Estuary.” And I want to paint our bedroom In its colors- Foam […]

#Prompt Post :: Clouds

The fade of your voice against my skin is vapor rising in the morning like steam off the brown river and there’s a canyon carved in your pillow slowly filling with amber dawn. A heavy quilt lay pooled at my feet, displaced from midnight kicks and beaten in folds with the irony of being the […]