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Birds of Early Spring: From the Lake
Great Blue Heron There is a park close to home that I probably don’t visit as often as I should. It has a series of hiking and mountain-biking trails, along with a lake that many people use for fishing, kayaking, and even a bit of birding. As I’ve recently promised myself to start spending more […]
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The Rule of Touch
The Rule of Touch, mixed media collage, 2022 we are destroyed by what is possible the first rule: hands and only hands are an eternal source of lightning they’ll show you themselves the line that traces your chin from one button to another one is naïve one blossoms like a moth torn from a paintbrush […]
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Part of the Silence
Mourning Dove In order to see birds, it is necessary to become a part of the silence. Robert Lynd I was recently told that my birdwatching hobby is “quaint”. Whether this particular comment was intended to be complimentary or not (I think not), I chose to take it that way. I have, it seems, reached […]
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Grafitti in the Dark
every body has its secrets like a sun that isn’t where it ought to be a palm tree is nothing short of revelation an apostrophe of limbs, a confession spray painted on a window– matter is the genesis of form the slow iteration of a Sunday afternoon the epistemology of traffic lights is an exodus […]
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It Has Come to This
Pieces No. 13, paper collage, 2022 and in the end, there is only this mysterious absence fitful as a question-mark: an apple core, a fishing wire—a note to myself all that you love is waiting on the other side of paradise a form in the mirror the wheels have turned cold a symphony outran itself […]
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Birds of Winter: Hawks and Jays
I’m not sure how many more “birds of winter” photos I’ll be able to share before transitioning to “birds of spring.” Temperatures here have begun reaching into the mid-60s and 70s (18-23 degrees C) on most days, and the daffodils are in full bloom. The birds have also become much more vocal as they establish […]
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Much Less Rarely Spoke to Me
Much Less Rarely Spoke to Me, paper collage, 2022 nothing belongs to anything else your hands aren’t where they used to be your legs made of bridges a quartet, a coffee table your mind is a paperweight an infantile moon bending its eyes to the wilderness …but the number 13 a swan on its ankles […]
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I Had Been Wise to Leave
I Had Been Wise to Leave, paper collage, 2022 history had a brother at the card table. a girl. a lonely crossroads romanticized in crude floors, I had been wise to leave. Prints for the artwork above are available in my Etsy shop.
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Birds of Winter: Cardinal Edition
I don’t think I’ve ever shared the story of how I got into birding. Although, it isn’t much of a story, really. About this time last year, between the end of February and beginning of March, I awoke one morning and decided to have coffee outside for a change. The first signs of spring were […]
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In the Present Tense
Pieces No. 6, paper collage, 2022 in the present tense an insomnia full of streets a sunrise that grows larger i saw the same face in a parking lot a ladybug, a flower, and a dream our souls dress in old clothes and float through the cracks in a rented mango tree in a lamp […]
The Used Life 