Where We Belong, paper collage, 2022
the clouds are gearing up a hurricane or perhaps a handkerchief the light stutters, a blackjack of ladybugs cross-legged in a field, i ask myself is there a war outside this bed? i am afraid the gardens in these eyes are more existential than real and even the bones in this poem are strangers tell me, is this really what ships are made for? answer: love is a consequence of action stars begin in water perhaps the spacekeepers have lost their way
Prints for the artwork above are available in my Etsy shop.