“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.”

She looked so peaceful,

she could meet God

Blame the late bloom, a mimicry of want

that is a vacuum: a place waiting to be filled 

I caught a spider for you,

Held it up by one desperate leg

The sticky dark table and 

My damp-rain hair saw us

“we both know this country knows the million and plus ways on how to tear your life apart.”

the Apocalypse came and went yesterday

         we wait in patience for the milkman to come

after Kathleen Hellen.

“The calm after the storm / atrophied”