BOOKENDS; WHEN THE BREATH COMES AFTER THE BREAK

    The lilt of the lavender that lingered for days, long after, by the leaning, before the louvre, the sweet consolation of candy floss cologne that stayed on the pillow, after you had parted. It is sometimes that simple; a scent to sail you back to me as if I never left the garden, […]

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BOOKENDS; A STILL LIFE OF SENTIMENTAL ON A WALL

  Memory is a shot of stillness sealed behind a lens that looks for what cannot be seen until it’s been frozen by the frame. Some see this as a season of rust and ruin and running while I see a freedom in this fall and in every breeze another breath to breathe brave into […]

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