Emory Hall

 

i bloomed

out of the death

that found me.

can you still smell

the mud on me?

i reek

of resurrection.

Embroidery Journaling

 

 In January of 2020, Sophie O'Neill began embroidering a symbol to represent each day of her year. Cool to see a person's experience of time captured this way.

A Story

 

This is my story. Yours is your own and distinct. And yet we are both human. So they may ultimately be the same. 

People talk of free will and fate. What do we know?

We experience (that seems to be the part that is, the raw material). Then we create a story from our experience (that seems to be the part that is malleable, forever changing). 

We dance with mystery. Receiving and giving-- a call and response.

Cien Años De Soledad

 

Whoever the decision makers are behind Netflix projects in Latin America have been on a tear in recent years-- empowering beautiful, endemic artistry and storytelling.

The newly released screen adaptation of One Hundred Years of Solitude is a particular coup in that regard, one that was achieved by promising the family of Gabriel García Márquez a production that, like the book, would be entirely Colombian.

Off Piste

 

ravening ones

led beyond "safety"

beyond "comfort" 

gentle tip of elephants trunk

drinking rarified air 

above a cataract of clouds

held in thrall

beyond bounds

sighing the sigh of the prodigal

A Mix

 

dado :: isaintjames

last stop :: richie cunningham

anybody :: burna boy

pink pony club :: chappell roan

edamame :: bbno$ and rich brian

snowman :: sia

calm :: selena gomez and rema

Hedgehog In The Fog

 

A small gem from before I was born.