First illustrations published in a book - "Forging Ahead" by Innocent Sirovha. ISBN 978-0-620-50089-0

when you caught my eye

i saw everywhere i'd been and want to go to
you came on your own
that's how you'll leave
with hope in your hands and air to breathe
i won't disappoint you as you fall apart
some things should be simple
even an end has a start

-editors

That blank silent interval between leaves you sad, so terribly sad.
Like fog from the sea, that blankness wends its way into your heart and remains there for a long, long time.
Finally its part of you.

-Murakami

there are some mornings when the sky looks like a road
there are some dragons who were built to have and hold
and some machines are dropped from great heights lovingly
and some great bellies ache with many bumble bees
(and they sting so terribly)
i do as i please
now i'm on my knees
your skin is something that i stir into my tea
and i am watching you
and you are starry starry starry....


-joanna newsom

some way baby

its a part of me

apart from me


-bon iver

for the love i'd fallen on
in the swampy August dawn
what a mischief you
would bring young darling
when the onus is not your own
when you're up for it
before you've grown

-bon iver

it is at moments after i have dreamed

of the rare entertainment of your eyes
when (being fool to fancy) i have deemed

with your peculiar mouth my heart made wise
at moments when the glassy darkness holds

the genuine apparition of your smile
(it was through tears always) and silence moulds
such strangeness as was mine a little while;

moments when my once more illustrious arms
are filled with fascination, when my breast
wears the intolerant brightness of your charms:

one pierced moment whiter than the rest

-turning from the tremendous lie of sleep
i watch the roses of the day grow deep.


-e.e cummings

s e a b e a r

’Twas far too strange, and wonderful for sadness;
Sharpening, by degrees, his appetite
To dive into the deepest. Dark, nor light,
The region; nor bright, nor sombre wholly,
But mingled up; a gleaming melancholy;
A dusky empire and its diadems;
One faint eternal eventide of gems. -Keats

the answer is dreams
dreaming on and on
entering the world of dreams and never coming out
living in dreams for the rest of time

- Murakami, H.

What would you change?


My body. So it looked like it feels.

- Kane, S.