Also A Poem From The New, Unreleased Collection. Very Possibly My Own All-time Favourite.

Colored Pencil Drawings

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Mary Oliver, from a poem titled "White Owl Flies Into and Out of the Field," featured in A Century of Poetry in the New Yorker

"We have art in order not to die of the truth..."

The Kiss, Auguste Rodin 1840 -1917            

need to eat out an anxious over-achiever girl so good she sleeps for hours while i cook her food in the underwear she just came in

April, 1932 The diary of Anaïs Nin [Volume One: 1931-1934]

To be me but never be.

Second tier. Afterthought.

A message? Maybe. Probably not.

Pretty good. Good enough.

Forever second-guessing.

Oh, you’re still here?

Definitely likeable.

Totally forgot you told me that.

One-sided connection.

Do you really know me?

Do you want to? Or care to?

You ever hear that old chestnut about how most people neglect the part of the story of Icarus where he also had to avoid flying too low, lest the spray of the sea soak his feathers and cause him to fall and drown? You ever think about how different the world would be if Icarus died that way instead? If the idiom was to Fly To Close To The Sea? A warning against playing it far too safe, about not stretching your wings and soaring properly? You ever think about how Icarus died because he was happy?

what doesn't kill you makes you weird at intimacy