Only three things are infinite: the sky in its stars, the sea in its drops of...– Gustave Flaubert (to Louise Colet)
a house in need of fire
Fires begin when winds change direction Until then, she bleeds through the floors in this place she calls safe. This space, with its seven bare walls, nine empty rooms and eleven dead rose bushes, should’ve come with a notice of condemnation Instead, she waits for the wind. The desire to protect is sometimes much greater than the need to burn. To bury history But this house was...
A vacation unfit for the lonely business of...
The lonely business of butterflies turns nature into profit, A slow turning of two singular wings that give way to a dance of passion. A not quite two month dance that occupies the same southward course marked by a thousand years of weather, yet highlighted by the hope for a warm Baja sun, but sadly ending before the sun sets. If only we could learn to live as the butterflies do, in...