Thursday, November 3, 2011






I have no description for these. I'm not sure myself yet

An ode to October which is now gone.

Good morning October, welcome to life, take your first breath, begin your presence, your thirty one days of life. We're under your spell, under your watchful eyes, under your night skies.
Some will paint you, children will color you, leaves will cover you, and chilled winds will flutter you.
You October, you are so grand, you're the beginning of change, the rain stops, winds blow, leaves change. We change. And this time around? What will you bring to us October? Disaster in love, love in disaster? Parties and dances and screech owls flying proud. And your last days? Your last gasp of breath? It will be our turn to treat you well; we'll throw you a ball, we'll dress up like wizards, goblins, and goons, we'll try out hardest to keep you crazy. We;ll use all effort to ward off November, and the depths of December. We love you that's why. You treat us so smoothly and well.

Tuesday, October 11, 2011

I'm going to start a new blog, with all of my moleskin writings.

and thoughts, and poems, and everything like that.
This blog will turn into mainly my photographs.
the overflow of them too.

Monday, October 10, 2011

Sleepless, dreamless.
Strange attraction between myself and my very own downfall.
The moon with black curtains drenched.
My morning shared with baby monsters in my cereal.
How familiar those dark circles underneath my eyes are, how often those falling strands of my hair are.
a tight rope walker who trips, and a game of tug-of-war thrown into the mud.
We're both drenched.
The old Crooners have made me sad.
What a humble thing love is said to be.
Although I have never encountered such a selfless experience.

What then.
What.
someone with no legs cannot run a race.

Sunday, September 25, 2011

Lip Bleed






From exasperation