something about implied closure...and if it's not real, give it time and rest; a forged peace.
we use what we have to make what we need.
Wednesday, May 20, 2020
Saturday, April 14, 2018
vessels we use
words without vessel of idea, these letters i save for you
stripped to lines and re-created in the image of:
stripped to lines and re-created in the image of:
Thursday, April 13, 2017
Sunday, June 12, 2016
Iced Coffee Vessels for Cold Brew System
Sunday, June 5, 2016
Wednesday, December 23, 2015
Friday, December 4, 2015
After a Place in Kansas
hand bound journal, embroidered with a William Morris style sugar skull.
Merriam stops by, looking for cash, maybe once a month around four. She brings her nicest things. The first time I meet her, the words stretch and hang from the scab at the corner of her mouth.
She has really nice things. They're worth more than I can give, but she is in a hurry. Merriam doesn't have the time that I have. She's on her way to mass.
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