“Ancient lovers believed a kiss would literally unite their souls, because the spirit was said to be carried in one’s breath.”

This is what I like about photographs. They’re proof that once, even if just for a heartbeat, everything was perfect.

I often felt inferior. I just wanted to get away from them. But there was no place to go.

She wore flowers in her hair and carried magic secrets in her eyes. She spoke to no one. She spent hours on the riverbank and had midnight swims.

“She was tied to the moon by long threads of red tangled blood. She moved like a woman tied to the moon… it enveloped her and it opened her to an absolute night without dawn.”

Medusa Head

Live on coffee and flowers. Try not to worry what the weather will be.

A non-writing writer is a monster courting insanity.

It’s a lot easier to be lost than found. It’s the reason we’re always searching and rarely discovered. So many locks, not enough keys.