Can Braid My Hairs Again

top 10 photos taken hours before a tragic ending

got a nerd shirt

it was a gender

Barn quilts near Coon Rapids, Iowa (northwest Guthrie County)

"Quartersquare 2" 2012

New cards for graduation season! And my new stamp design.

Acrylic on old reader-page. (Stamp: Dick Blick Wonder-Cut)

buckle up

If tonight the moon should arrive like a lost guide crossing the fields with a bitter lantern in her hand,

her irides blind, her dresses wild, lie down and listen to her find you; lie down and listen to the body become

the promise of no other, the sleeper in the garden in its own arms, the exile in its own autumnal house.

You have woken. But no one has woken. You are changed, but the light of change is bitter, the changing

is the threshold into winter. Traveler, rememberer, sleeper, tonight, as you slumber where the dead are, if the moon’s hands

should discover you through fire, lie down and listen to her hold you, the moon who has been away

so long now, the lost moon with her silver lips and whisper, her body half in winter,

half in wool. Look at her, look at her, that drifter. And if no one, if nothing comes to know you, if no song

comes to prove it isn’t over, tell yourself, in the moon’s arms, she is no one; tell yourself, as you lose

love, it is after, that you alone are the bearer in that changed place, you alone who have woken, and have

opened, you alone who can so love what you are now and the vanishing that carries it away.

Jude and Ewan in bath, 2003 - Ph. Lorenzo Agius

after not sewing much in ??? months, i finally broke my dryspell

amazing time seeing ezra furman last night