Tag: watercolor

2.26.2015

after a poem by Ono no Komachi too soon the bloom has slipped from the stem – a light lost over the deepening sill of evening and back and forth, the beads are slipped slowly down the thread while I wait with the rain Advertisements

2.20.2015

that absence hangs around, a lone note held – b-flat drifting long after the tables have emptied a blind man would have known to find a way away from you but fire makes us stupid and before this space was vacant it. was. on. fire. … Continue reading 2.20.2015

2.9.2015

I was the kid who was forever bringing home strays or baby birds. Some I’d thrust upon neighbors (apparently I was hard to resist), some would hang around, and some unfortunately wouldn’t make it. I stopped doing this when I hit about 12 years old. … Continue reading 2.9.2015