Photography

I have sat with anger ingrained in my ribs night after night. I know the five stages of grief. Why am I so stuck on anger? Denial was the first one. It hit when I stood in front of my fridge all alone in my house with my knees wobbling, staring at the screen on my...

A homeless man stops me to ask if I’ve ever met any angels I stop walking and tell him Yes I just saw them The flower that still floats face-up in the pond The little dog down the road that just can’t keep his mouth shut The cashier that cut down the price of extra...

I am from flower walls and soccer balls and swings I am from a broken fence and in a sense two of everything I am from azalea trees whose flowers bloom pink in March I am from movie nights, tacky lights, from happy and grumpy hearts I am from chicken fights and...

there’s an outstretched hand where my heart should bewould beif you hadn’t held it for so longonly to let go so suddenlyit still holds on to the ghost of your handcurls into the echo of your fingersi wish i could mold it intosomething less reminiscent of youAutumn...