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 :: Calyx

“There is desire in those wild eyes, a sort of dance between lavender irises, and you’ll let yourself be fooled into thinking it’s for you…But it’s for the foggy mornings and muggy nights. A hunger for young blossoms and whipping leaves, the low whine of water over rock, and stars kissing her skin.” ©️ Pearl […]

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Personal Post :: October

[making margaritas] Aunt Frances Owens: Eye of newt and toe of frog, wool of bat and tongue of dog. Aunt Jet Owens: Adder’s fork and blindworm’s sting… Aunt Frances Owens: Barbados lime is just the thing. Aunt Jet Owens: Cragged salt like a sailor’s stubble! Aunt Frances Owens: Flip the switch and let the cauldron […]

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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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Personal Post :: May

“May: the lilacs are in bloom. Forget yourself.” -Marty Rubin Anyone else a lover of lilacs? There is something so special about them. A classic. A staple. A sign of warmer, lighter days to come and then sultry nights on the deck with low music and cold beer. Tree frogs ringing out their trilled harmonies. […]

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Solitude

It was in moments of utter silence when he found he liked himself the most. Not the type of silence suffocating the breeze against the surface of water or the buzzing silence of a quiet room but the sort of silence which filled him, left him adrift like a coffee cup brimming over with hazelnut. […]

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