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Brooch from Peru; fish connected by a silver wire; decorated with peacocks displaying their fanned tails & perched among floral motifs

Potter. Oaxaca, Mexico, 1980. Alma Lavenson

— engraved with the words, a weathered stone half-buried in a garden bed of bark chips and fallen twigs

some recent landscapes

I dreamt of reading my childhood best friend’s journal, I dreamt of fire and being able to sit in it without repercussions, I dreamt that I was at a funeral and each time I looked in the casket it was a different body. I woke up and kept my eyes closed while I isolated each noise I was hearing. Water running, dog barking, two ravens on my balcony, someone laughing in the hallway. It’s June 1st and I feel like I want to begin again. I wrote down this morning “where has my love and talent for languages gone?”. So I wrote good morning in the 11 languages I could think of.

Late Spring, Mary Oliver

From a beautiful notebook I bought in the flea

Virginia Woolf in Venice

Bill Burke, Khmer Rouge Woman with Plate of Cigarettes, Wedding, Site 8, 1990

Mesalina (1884), de Eugène Cyrille Brunet