‘ “God must be a season,“ grandma said, looking out at the blizzard drowning her garden.
Dear god, if you are a season, let it be the one I passed through to get here.
Here. That’s all I wanted to be.
I promise. ‘
– Night Sky With Exit Wounds, Ocean Vuong
I’m experimenting with some new stuff on here ~ going to start posting monthly photo diaries as well as random thoughts I’ve written down. Hopefully you enjoy!
January 31, 2017 ~ A Black Lives Matter Art Show at the Living Gallery in Brooklyn
February 4, 2017: I stash a bouquet of green willow behind your ear. I am so tired of reading you my writing; none of it seems to mean a thing anymore. And when October comes, you will go and all the country will become an orchard.
February 9, 2017 ~ all taken at the…
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