On Being

On Being an Artist
Noelle Kocot


Saturn seems habitual,
The way it rages in the sky
When we’re not looking.
On this note, the trees still sing
To me, and I long for this
Mottled world. Patterns
Of the lamplight on this leather,
The sun, listening.
My brother, my sister,
I was born to tell you certain
Things, even if no one
Really listens. Give it back
To me, as the bird takes up
The whole sky, ruined with
Nightfall. If I can remember
The words in the storm,
I will be well enough to sit
Here with you a little while.

be kind

Happy Earth Day

Pale Blue Dot from ORDER on Vimeo.

A Darkroom Diary

Remembrance

Nothing like a little loss to remind you how to love a lot.

Goosebumps : Initiated

hardcore beercan i am

                                               happy new year