on if we could see what we carry

In a world of manifest metaphor, we carry our baggage by our sides and on our backs. Into suitcases, hold-alls, carry-ons and duffel bags, we cramp and stuff once significant others, bruises taken as children, rejections suffered at the hands [...]

November 6th, 2006|Blog|

rush hour

the world comes together at twilight; day seaming shut, sun bleeding into a pool and at the edges, the gentle assertiveness of stars. but the traffic makes us forget. overcome by lightshows from the other amnesiacs, the mind spills over [...]

February 1st, 2006|Blog|