poetry. photography. storytelling.
i had a dream once, back in twenty-fifteen, that i would runaway to liverpool amidst a burning internal anger. without knowing a damn thing, i imagined this would be the city to channel my souls angst. i'd show up with just enough cash, to pick up leather + jean clothing, ripped and torn, with punk... Continue Reading →
My Heart, My Mom. She is an incredible human who went through hell and back this past year. I tried to post these pictures last night, but I just didn't know how to caption this to match her beauty, her strength, her compassion. So taking her advice, I'll keep it simple. This is my Mom. (Isn't... Continue Reading →
“You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves. Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine. Meanwhile the world goes on.... Continue Reading →
