The tattoo

This is the story about Gabrielle’s tattoo. Gabrielle is my 19 year old daughter. In one month, the passage of her Mother, Kathleen Roberts, will be nearly one year. Since the passing of her Mother, she’s thought of doing something for her, the memory, in...

G A L V A N I Z E D

G A L V A N I Z E D When I awakened, the silence was deafening; it was so quiet, I couldn’t make out a single sound. No electrical humming, no other breath, no sense of stirring, no lapping wave, shorebound. There was nothing, in something — merely the...

Scene, seen.

Feather shuffling, for one; standing, surveilled — hawk-eyed seer. love : T | decatur island 2.10.07 / 11.22am

2.9.1955

m a d e l e i n e & g a b r i e l l e What each of us knows is that there’s always a passing to every little thing — to every large thing, from the smallest insecta, to the grandest universe, and it’s hard to face that; know – that...