o F F E R I N G

“She turned, and saw a great white moon looking at her over the hill. And her breast opened to it, she was cleaved like a transparent jewel to its light. She stood filled with the full moon, offering herself. Her two breasts opened to make way for it, her body opened wide like a quivering anemone, a soft, dilated invitation touched by the moon.”
― D.H. Lawrence

Vapor

“The secret island had looked mysterious enough on the night they had seen it before – but now, swimming in the hot June haze, it seemed more enchanting than ever. As they drew near to it, and saw the willow trees that bent over the water-edge and heard the sharp call of moorhens that scuttled off, the children gazed in delight. Nothing but trees and birds and little wild animals. Oh, what a secret island, all for their very own, to live on and play on.”
― Enid Blyton, The Secret Island

a p a r t

“Here, when I say I never want to be without you, somewhere else I am saying I never want to be without you again. And when I touch you in each of the places we meet, in all of the lives we are, it’s with hands that are dying and resurrected. When I don’t touch you it’s a mistake in any life, in each place and forever”
― Bob Hicok

Shells

“You can live for a long time inside the shell you were born in. But one day it’ll become too small.”
“Then what?” I ask.
“Well, then you’ll have to find a larger shell to live in.”
I consider this for a moment. “What if it’s too small but you still want to live there?”
She sighs. “Gracious, child, what a question. I suppose you’ll either have to be brave and find a new home or you’ll have to live inside a broken shell.”
― Christina Baker Kline

Smoking Room

“Why do you have a cigarette lighter in your glove compartment?” her husband, Jack, asked her. “I’m bored with knitting. I’ve taken up arson”
― Audrey Niffenegger

2 . S I D E S

“When you have once seen the glow of happiness on the face of a beloved person, you know that a man can have no vocation but to awaken that light on the faces surrounding him. In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.”
― Albert Camus

Circumstance

“Man may feel like a feeble and powerless pawn, at some moment in his life. This apprehension can come out of the blue, in the middle of the day, at the center of a public place, like a cerebral attack. Check mated by ‘daily routine’, he may feel trapped in a smothering set of circumstances and only a deconstruction of all impeding barriers can bring about a vital mental deliverance. ( “Check and mate” )”
― Erik Pevernagie

N A I L S

“ℕ𝕒𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕖’𝕤 𝕣𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕒𝕗𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕞𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕧𝕒𝕝𝕦𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕧𝕖𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕚𝕟 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕗𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕧𝕠𝕔𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕫𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕤 – 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕕 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕝𝕚𝕗𝕖 𝕤𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕤 𝕠𝕟 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕤𝕖𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕝𝕪 𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕙𝕦𝕖𝕤.

𝕊𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕒𝕜𝕤 𝕚𝕟 𝕣𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕞𝕓𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕣𝕖𝕝𝕠𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟, 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕦𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕙 𝕘𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕞𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕦𝕣𝕖, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕙𝕠𝕡𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕟𝕕’𝕤 𝕤𝕠𝕟𝕘. 𝕊𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕤 𝕦𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕤𝕙𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕔𝕣𝕦𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕕, 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕚𝕥 𝕚𝕤𝕟’𝕥 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕧𝕚𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕞 𝕠𝕗 𝕔𝕚𝕣𝕔𝕦𝕞𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖.

ℍ𝕖𝕣 𝕔𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕝𝕤𝕖, 𝕞𝕒𝕕𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕙𝕠𝕡𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕨𝕖 𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕔𝕖𝕣𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕣𝕦𝕖 𝕣𝕦𝕤𝕥𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕞𝕦𝕝𝕥𝕚-𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕕𝕚𝕘𝕞𝕤, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕟 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕥𝕠 𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕚𝕓𝕦𝕥𝕖 𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕨𝕖𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕠𝕔𝕔𝕒𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕗𝕚𝕖𝕣𝕔𝕖 𝕛𝕠𝕪 𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕖𝕟𝕣𝕒𝕘𝕖𝕕 𝕕𝕖𝕤𝕡𝕒𝕚𝕣.

𝕊𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕤 𝕦𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕖𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕥 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕠𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕣 𝕟𝕠 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕔𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘, 𝕟𝕠𝕣 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕣𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕒𝕤 𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕠 𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕓𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕖𝕗 𝕠𝕗 𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕤𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕤, 𝕚𝕤, 𝕠𝕣 𝕞𝕒𝕪 𝕓𝕖𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖.”

~𝐿𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽 𝑀. 𝐿𝑒𝒾𝓉𝓃𝑒

On Your Skin

“I want to see the thirst
inside the syllables
I want to touch the fire
in the sound:
I want to feel the darkness
of the cry. I want
words as rough
as virgin rocks.”
― Pablo Neruda

C h e r r y . W h i n e

“To be acceptable is for one to ignore his weakness while knowing his strength, to cover the scar even though it’s always there, however, to be impossible is for one to see his weakness as, not an adversary, but the cherry on top of his strength, to rearrange the scar so that it compliments his features.”
― Criss Jami

20/20 Places

“There are no green thumbs or black thumbs. There are only gardeners and non-gardeners. Gardeners are the ones who ruin after ruin get on with the high defiance of nature herself, creating, in the very face of her chaos and tornado, the bower of roses and the pride of irises. It sounds very well to garden a ‘natural way’. You may see the natural way in any desert, any swamp, any leech-filled laurel hell. Defiance, on the other hand, is what makes gardeners.”
~ Henry Mitchell

B u t e o

“You’re my dream. I want to crawl inside your skin and see how you taste from the inside. I could spend a decade just listening to you sigh like that. Spend time? Give me every fucking minute and I’ll worship you like the sick, depraved bastard I am.”
― V. Theia

A l b a t r o s s

“As for me, I used to be a bird
with a gentle white womb,
someone cut my throat
just for laughs,
I don’t know.
As for me, I used to be a great albatross
and whirled over the seas.
Someone put an end to my journey,
without any charity in the tone of it.
But even stretched out on the ground
I sing for you now
my songs of love.”
~ Alda Merini

A s h e s

“It’s not about the ashes, for they tell a tale of what was. It’s about having a vision sufficient to understand that the tale that lies among the ashes stands ready to build the dream that will rise above the ashes.”
― Craig D. Lounsbrough

b e d

“Daily dawns another day;
I must up, to make my way.
Though I dress and drink and eat,
Move my fingers and my feet,
Learn a little, here and there,
Weep and laugh and sweat and swear,
Hear a song, or watch a stage,
Leave some words upon a page,
Claim a foe, or hail a friend-
Bed awaits me at the end.”
― Dorothy Parker

Ribbonized

“An artist should never be prisoner of himself, prisoner of a style, prisoner of success, etc. Did not the Goncourts write that the artists of the great age of Japanese art changed names many times during their careers? I like that; they wanted to safeguard their freedom.”
~ Henri Matisse

The Best of…

“There is no Best trophy awarded to Truth, because Truth has no winner, but should it find itself in competition with another, then favor goes to the ones that stay the course long after the racetrack has disappeared.”
~ Laura Lynn Vala

T h e . E y e

“I feel that art has something to do with the achievement of stillness in the midst of chaos. A stillness which characterizes prayer, too, and the eye of the storm. I think that art has something to do with an arrest of attention in the midst of distraction.”

― Saul Bellow

Dusk

“Soon it got dusk, a grapy dusk, a purple dusk over tangerine groves and long melon fields; the sun the color of pressed grapes, slashed with burgundy red, the fields the color of love and Spanish mysteries.”
― Jack Kerouac

Garden Wanderers

“His scent attracted me not from physical distance, but from eternities I’d mourned without him. No matter what the world said was appropriate, I would taste him, and remember who we were, and how to one another, we were groves of love.”
~ Laura Lynn Vala

Pro-Choice

“Professionals do not allow their inner lives to encumber the wheels directing their path. Their only choice is to ride their inner child atop the outer path of freedom.”
— Jeri Nicoli

His Palette

“The ‘Muse’ is not an artistic mystery, but a mathematical equation. The gift are those ideas you think of as you drift to sleep. The giver is that one you think of when you first awake.”
― Roman Payne

M n e m o s y n e

“The pleasure of remembering had been taken from me, because there was no longer anyone to remember with. It felt like losing your co-rememberer meant losing the memory itself, as if the things we’d done were less real and important than they had been hours before.”
― John Green

Lustre

“There is no room in my body for anything but you. My arms love you, my ears adore you, my knees shake with blind affection. My mind begs you to ask it something so it can obey. Do you want me to follow you for the rest of your days? I will do that. Do you want me to crawl? I will crawl. I will be quiet for you or sing for you, or if you are hungry, let me bring you food, or if you have thirst and nothing will quench it but Arabian wine, I will go to Araby, even though it is across the world, and bring a bottle back for your lunch. Anything there is that I can do for you, I will do for you; anything there is that I cannot do, I will learn to do.”
― William Goldman

The Description

“In the Winter of my life I fell in love with Autumn and you. The leaves will change and fall but your love I feel is here to stay, at least for just another day.”
― Maria Koszler

S C E N T | H E R

“To hear never-heard sounds,
To see never-seen colors and shapes,
To try to understand the imperceptible
Power pervading the world;
To fly and find pure ethereal substances
That are not of matter
But of that invisible soul pervading reality.
To hear another soul and to whisper to another soul;
To be a lantern in the darkness
Or an umbrella in a stormy day;
To feel much more than know.
To be the eyes of an eagle, slope of a mountain;
To be a wave understanding the influence of the moon;
To be a tree and read the memory of the leaves;
To be an insignificant pedestrian on the streets
Of crazy cities watching, watching, and watching.
To be a smile on the face of a woman
And shine in her memory
As a moment saved without planning.”
― Dejan Stojanovic

Tall Grass

“Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean,
Tears from the depths of some devine despair
Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes,
In looking on the happy autumn fields,
And thinking of the days that are no more.”
― Alfred Lord Tennyson

C O N C E P T I O N

“We lift ourselves by our thought. We climb upon our vision of ourselves. If you want to enlarge your life, you must first enlarge your thought of it and of yourself. Hold the ideal of yourself as you long to be, always everywhere.” – Orison Swett Marden

Jasmine

“True love is night jasmine, a diamond in darkness, the heartbeat no cardiologist has ever heard. It is the most common of miracles, fashioned of fleecy clouds – a handful of stars tossed into the night sky.”
~ Jim Bishop

The Hound

“Stop looking at my mouth.”
His eyes darkened, as she saw his pupils dilate. He mouthed back, just as silently. “What if I don’t want to stop looking at your mouth?”
― Thea Harrison

Bellflower

Amor, ch’al cor gentile ratto s’apprende
prese costui de la bella persona
che mi fu tolta; e ‘l modo ancor m’offende.

Amor, che a nullo amato amar perdona,
Mi prese del costui piacer sì forte,
Che, come vedi, ancor non m’abbandona…”

“Love, which quickly arrests the gentle heart,
Seized him with my beautiful form
That was taken from me, in a manner which still grieves me.

Love, which pardons no beloved from loving,
took me so strongly with delight in him
That, as you see, it still abandons me not…”
― Dante Alighieri

R A D I A N C E

“Up then, fair phoenix bride, frustrate the sun;
Thyself from thine affection
Takest warmth enough, and from thine eye
All lesser birds will take their jollity.
Up, up, fair bride, and call
Thy stars from out their several boxes, take
Thy rubies, pearls, and diamonds forth, and make
Thyself a constellation of them all;
And by their blazing signify
That a great princess falls, but doth not die.
Be thou a new star, that to us portends
Ends of much wonder; and be thou those ends.”
― John Donne