maxfield parrish sky She asked me if you could take the train to heaven, because that’s where it looked like the tracks were going. Disappearing into the horizon below a Maxfield Parrish sky. When
We have this long blank wall in the hallway. From time to time I thought of putting decals on it or something, but it seemed like too much effort for a space we only
Tessa & a Rather Small USPS Priority Mail Box a love story in photos She’s been in there practically nonstop for a week. She’s never going to let me recycle that box.
tiny cathedrals I will build tiny cathedrals in your name. Constructing each by hand to be certain that their foundations are sound. Time may weather them. It will not matter. If one falls, I
I am so deep in Revisionland it’s absurd. I am attempting to finish this draft by the end of the month, which is reasonable, but means the rest of the month is going to
mightier than the sword There is a movement happening, a quiet one. A low-profile, low-resolution revolution. Comprised of writers and dreamers, of guerrilla artists and thought-ninjas. Those with something to say. They communicate through