dawn,

creep into my bedroom soft.

wash upon my walls of hanging treasures in this attic hobby room.

a breeze that dances papers.

awake me slowly, quietly, a tip toe across this creaky old floor.

powder pastel pink. a mess of blush on a bathroom counter.

early morning haze.

say hello in a whisper, brush my hair with your wind fingertips.

call my name crows, brighten my eyes, push away this comforter of clouds.

over these mountains lies escape.

winter is settling in.

to be like you

to just be, sit, become covered with dust, damp from condensation, cold from the draft.

& you are

days gone by

where i want to be

& when the world ends we will stay here.

Nevada.

& you will grow and tangle into everything.

while the sea lies calm you lie through your teeth.

self portrait.
i've been taking a lot of self portraits lately.
this one is about a year old, maybe less, maybe more.
reveal lies.

cut through me

& when you look at me

Sunset, Maple Ridge, January 1st/2011

sleeping in the winter garden.
we wake & wander through the brambles.
take my hand, touch the snow, feel the cold in your bones, your skin turns red, dry.
i will warm you, i will make you feel loved.
i will pour tea into your heart, steep until you notice me.

nikki gives jeff a stick and poke tattoo at the mansion.
it says "mom" with a heart.
december.
jeff wears face paint.
why the fuck not?

construction

hazy days
where everything feels slow but you drive fast
arrival, where? here.
we have no need for watches
we have no need for time traveling equipment
so unload the van
gather those strings, that fabric your friend gave us in the last city, the instruments, the paper planes.
get in, we are going to calmly fly, into dreams
into the palm of your neighbours hand.

& everything dangles,
gleams,
stays.
we all fade away, we all disappear
& i can't fucking wait for that day.

& she forgot about the future,
the changing weather,
the patterns of her heart and how it affected the freckles on her skin.
she just slept and everything grew over and around her until she completely fell apart
and her bedroom was industrialized.

my lovely friend laryssa gervan has finally updated her flickr with photographs from this summer.

go look at her work, it's lovely.

<3