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How is it that hurt arrives, fully dressed onto our front porches and into our homes?

How is it that we invite hurt in and then delicately and sometimes violently serve it to our friends, lovers, neighbours and strangers? 281 more words



BACK. BACK. BACK. BACK. Oh la la and oh my my, mama, mama many worlds I’ve come since I first left home! Back in a whirlwind to New York, picked up by Sweetheart at the airport, immediately to New Park Pizza for the city’s most iconic slice (when you find yourself in Howard Beach…), and home to Virginia on the wings of a sailing sheepskinned jet lag, home to find the house totally overturned in anticipation of “holy moly we’re getting married, like, NOW, we’d better get this joint fixed up!”, the garden: NOT DEAD! 203 more words



A few lovely things for a very rainy night in Cambodia.


Beauty Shouldn't Always Be Seen

As I was doing some of the laundry in our backyard on a Monday morning, the sun cast its light on the pavement where I was standing. 564 more words


Day 43 - Canoe

Propelled through water
That holds it’s breath
As we move quietly on,
The canoe’s yellow hull
Seems to hang low between
The air and the black depths. 51 more words