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 […]

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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 […]

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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, […]

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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, […]

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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 […]

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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 […]

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