I.C.U.

I need to see her face. She is pale and breathing fast. Darkness colors the hollows under her eyes; not purple, not brown, but some muddy, delicate mix of the two, not unlike some smudged color you would see touted in a new fall palette on sale at Ulta. On the forty minute drive north…

Being alone with greedy eyes and an open mind

As you know, I live in the city, in a studio smaller than most people’s garages, filled with boxes and containers from my farm.  It was small before I brought anything in, it is much smaller in navigable space now, lol!  So open space, I love it.  It ain’t happenin’ here on a day to…