Steely Dan illustrations by Pablo featured in Rolling Stone.
My dad wrote this poem.
.the road home. #takemeback #filterfreeee (at Joshua Tree, CA)
Sandra Bullock at a Halloween party
Oh, I love this woman so much!
Moon maiden by Dmitry Potapov
Gathering some really old negatives of gramps to get developed.
“a wee model of you”
i have a hard time articulating the feeling of loving someone who is no longer on this earth - someone who is not family, but instead, one of the sparkling, extraordinary people with whom i choose to surround myself. it’s like loving a ghost. dust. like loving a train after it’s left. i know this isn’t the last time i’ll feel this way, but this first one is so hard.
Here is an excerpt:
“Stretched, still, sore. Bleeding pens and open
books, a flutter of words, a murder of
Despite the “bleeding” line, the “murder” means a flock, like a murder of crows. A whole murder of sentences, circling overhead, taunting.
Writing about writing is both absurd and enlightening.