r e f l e c t i o n s

March 8, 2013

potential for growth

My eyes were drawn to a simple branch growing out from under the rocks near the Squamish river. The sun had come out after many unending […]
April 15, 2013

industrial thunder

Trains shunting, all through the night. Industrial thunder. Not the same kind of magic. It wears on me. It wears on me, And then it comforts […]
April 21, 2013

a many-petaled seduction

something tender is happening a dispersing a disintegration the most beautiful kind of breakdown tiny drops of pink like mid-air ballerinas on meandering highways of warming […]
June 28, 2013

the wild woman never stops dancing

I am a wild woman. I never knew I was one, until life broke me apart, piece by piece, and underneath the outer layers, the disguise, […]