they were all sand slipping thru my fingers slinking shards of sea glass broken shells common quartz burning my soles stuck on my tongue in grainy clumps sometimes I'd sink into their shallows and think this must be it, then filling my…
Your face is the northern shoreline with the ocean in your eyes, a gentle unstoppable rise. I rest my head upon your chest, feel the ebb and swell of your breath, run my hand through sandy stubble along your chin that scrapes…
Intelligence without ambition is a bird without wings.
– Salvador Dalí
Mar06
The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.
– Jack Kerouac
Jul14
SeekIng uncoMPLication by any means necEssary
SIMPLE
May09
All our words are but crumbs that fall down from the feast of the mind.
Handmade paper cover, handwritten type, handpainted backgrounds, handstitched binding. All imagery in the book was created on watercolor paper using Sumi ink & water (grayscale). I cropped the images sensitive to how the text would look over it. The text was written using…