“bad argument?”

“no, the only dream I’ve ever remembered”

watch us grow a little harder. ache a little longer. in defiance.

“your lungs fighting to get air

but this peace makes air seem insignificant”

“let them, just once, bite the hand that fed them”

“you asked for it, didn’t you? and now you’ve run out of time”

“I remember bumping into you everywhere”

“the two of them are watching / as the burning incense tumbles in the air / catching alight the waifu pillow / that the Hill Folk use”

“It’s time to retrograde”

“Do you embrace nature or

Does nature embrace you?”

“was my brother ever soft?”

“The musty trees of your old letters,

alphabet hanging from twigs.”

“I WALK AWAY AND LEAVE MY MIND UNDER HER CUSTODY

WHILE I LIVE THE DAY I HAVE LIVED FIVE HUNDRED TIMES BEFORE.”

“And I will die paralyzed, until there is somewhere important I have to be.

Probably.”

“If you carve a window to look through the heart,

sometimes, on the other side a song is kneeling in the dirt.”

Created during the dark days of winter, “Dreams from the Deep”
is a mixed media collection composed of artwork and creative writing. The artwork is a cyanotype created with foraged botanicals and sea salt from the beach and woods.

“what happens once you run out of material for your life? stories end”

“We took care,

care meaning happy,

despite the grit of it all.”

“farmers pluck gilded veins from their bodies / pouring life into tilled ground / despite / never knowing if they’ll become saviors or sinners”

“man like softness, like example, like embroidery; flip him inside out and you’ll see all the ugliness it took to get him here”

“Flowing in the nets to brush ankles

Sheltered ribbons from the sun.”