i tied ribbons to a tambourine and went to the woods to dance with squirrels and mice. we sang moon moon we love. moon moon get well. x
h a p p y b i r t h d a y chloe-rose
chloe's moth: a collection of dust,
stuck together with wings.
bat-lash at the beach.
and china-cup tea leaves
on a white tablecloth in the yellow sun. poppies and roses in jars.
cinnamon cakes and peppermint plates.
the raindrops have plenty/of personality - /each one
oh townes xx
early morning yellow flowers/-thinking about/the drunkards of mexico
" i hope the exit is joyful. and i hope never to return."
- frida kahlo
girl trapped beneath the/spinning wheel, beautiful/as the Dalai Lama's dream
THE UNBEARABLE LIGHTNESS OF BEING
last summer's polaroids.