And when I am formulated, sprawling on a pin, When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall, Then how should I begin To spit…

Hands touch the earth and know the dust. See the mites, thousands of dust particles cascade up the arm. Fourthousand and two.Somewhere pain. It’s my…

Have you felt me? Around your shouldersNear your heart.Drifting forward and backwards, as you swayStanding with you, beside you and behind you, always.I am here…

'Tis evangeline's birthday. Here is a shot from her first of this year's birthday parties: March 25th.

Recipe available upon request.

That's my brother working on his slightly faster laptop in the background, as mine highlights the foreground. I sort of like the whole mirror imperfect…

Sing to me of the woman, Muse, the woman of twists and turns driven time and again off course, once she had plundered the hallowed…

appearance does not denote enodorsement

Another one of my favorites from the highschool era. The Quaker meeting house at Westtown School, Pa featuring melting snow from a spring snow storm.