I have fallen madly in love with the poetry of John Keats.
his love letters make my heart fumble.
but it's his sonnets that hypnotize me into oblivion.
he has inspired me to start my own wildflower collection.

"Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast,
To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,
Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live ever- or else swoon to death."

one day my friend hattie and I had a birthday party for nobody at all.
i've been missing those bits of sunshine,
so here they are.

winter adventures from yesterday.
it took a while to get our first real snow,
but it's lovely.

I live in a place nobody remembers anymore.



how can you live on this earth
and not believe in some sort of magic?

He cut me open
to find that I'm a maze
full of complicated passageways.
doublebacked,
and switched off the lights.

I see what you are.
somewhere in between
the space where you hugged me from behind
and the taste you left on the corner of my lips
I saw what you were
and I was besotted.