A time to murder and a time to create
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
Voice. Speak.
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
My Creativity Mutters to Me
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
A blow for birthdays!
'Tis evangeline's birthday. Here is a shot from her first of this year's birthday parties: March 25th.
A pleasant meal
Recipe available upon request.
An appleing photo
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
A woman (evangeline) and her computer
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
product pictures
appearance does not denote enodorsement
2 new pics
Reflection from 1995
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.











pic
blog
pic
pic



