oftentimes throughout my life, i have felt like god might not care that much, might be languishing for all eternity (which to us might be a katydid's walk to the next eucalyptus tree, or a chicken's peck to the next corn kernel) ha-ha'ing at its creation, amused by the follies and foibles of man.

not so over the last few days, for which i feel truly and unconditionally blessed, for which i feel there is no such thing as this funny thing we call "luck," only what you choose to make yourself a circumstance of. and those things are by name: to be a willing and humble servant of the fates, to be a hopeful apprentice of artemis, to hold a worshipful reverence of autumnal mysteries, to have an open heart always to meeting jesus in the middle, a devotion to the unknown, and a song and praise for that which belongs to others, to yourself, to no one, and to everyone: the right to boundless love, as much as you ask for! it shall be there, somehow or another, and in the smallest of things god tells us that.



thank you matthew, for your paper collage and your photograghs. don't ever doubt your eyes, for inherent in them is a hope and understanding that only love can lend. and that you have in abundance.

the time is near: perpetual night
for ungrowing in flourescent fright
for gloom and dim and scrounge for light
for winds and massive frozen might

to sleep, to eat, to knit perchance
to struggle with the limp houseplants
this is the waltz of winter's stance
a rhythm yet a ghastly dance

for now let color fill the eyes,
and sunshine be a sweet surprise,
let leaves be carried with the sighs
of autumn's final lullabies