May 2022

“At last came the golden month of the wild folk–honey-sweet May, when the birds come back, and the flowers come out, and the air is full of the sunrise scents and songs of the dawning year.” ― Samuel Scoville Jr.,

April 2022

When bullying April bruised mine eyes
With sleet-bound appetites and crude
Experiments of green, I still was wise
And kissed the blossoming rod.
– Cecil Day-Lewis

March 2022

March is such a fickle month. It is the seam between winter and spring—though seam suggests an even hem, and March is more like a rough line of stitches sewn by an unsteady hand, swinging wildly between January gusts and June greens. You don’t know what you’ll find, until you step outside. – V. E. Schwab

February 2022

“Why, what’s the matter,
That you have such a February face,
So full of frost, of storm and cloudiness?”
― William Shakespeare

January 2022

“I blink January’s lashes
and gush down December’s cheeks”
― Sanober Khan, Turquoise Silence

December 2021

“I prefer winter and Fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape–the loneliness of it, the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it, the whole story doesn’t show. ”
–Andrew Wyeth

November 2021

“I know that I have died before—once in November.” – Anne Sexton

September 2021

Try to remember when life was so tender / That love was an ember about to billow.

October 2021 • The Rest

There was more color in October than I had thought. My GF and I did a fun horror photo shoot. I ate amazing Soul Food and made my favorite fall treat: the stuffed and baked pumpkin. B and I went to my first California Renaissance Faire. BP and I went to the most amazing Halloween […]

OCTOBER 2021 • AN IMPROMPTU ESCAPE TO LONG BEACH, CA • PART II

If you don’t love life you can’t enjoy an oyster; there is a shock of freshness to it and intimations of the ages of man, some piercing intuition of the sea and all its weeds and breezes. – Eleanor Clark