monday moodboard. poem about a beloved ghost.

 

  

 images via pieter estersohn, lidewij edelkoort, the gifts of life, besotted blog, molly fishskins

burn marks, thread, new work, and a sale

 pausing a moment

to share what became

of the burned papers i showed

weeks ago.

fire. tears. punctures.

found bits. drip drip drips.

memory.

thread. mending.

words tumbling down.

 

a page from the book of go cry  me a river

 

love letter

a moment of silence

 

 lots of new work means

i am now low on space and funds.

so i am hosting a 5-day sale in my shop

everything is 20% off until sunday.

please continue to excuse

my meager participation in e-space these days

and enjoy the gift of this new day!

playing with fire

  

'you will hear thunder and remember me,
and think: she wanted storms. the rim
of the sky will be the color of hard crimson,
and your heart, as it was then, will be on fire.'

- anna akhmatova

a longing.

silence & incense;

the murmur of tea

being poured

into clay bowls,

almost a prayer.

the smoke. the vapor.

breath.

days.