lay in the stillness of a fighting-saints fairytale

Waterslide architects have been spying
the smooth of your back


Mapping blueprints
from the finger trails
adoring up your spine


stealing your design


(Derrick Brown, "Waltzing the Hurricane")





Here is an externalization of where my mind goes sometimes. What I see in my mind's eye. A world of ghostly, floaty colors and fantastical things.

On a summer's eve, this molten night

I'd like to escape from earth a while
And among the cliffs and whiskered rocks
Lost as a light is lost in light
Dance with you till day--








There's something so pure and resonating about these photos of Lily Donaldson, my words seem to stop in my throat and catch behind the cage of my teeth. It's beauty that goes to the body, deep and warm, imprinting in the brain like a pattern on foil.













(photocredit: Fashion Gone Rogue)