NOTHING.

I am not the woman

I have been, 

Nor am I fool enough 

to think about the woman I've become.

My flesh rests against the stones of the river floor.

But it is not my flesh, 

it is just skin.

My breath 

exits over the top of my jaw.

but it is not my breath,

it is the wind

that shakes loose

the Cedar's leaves.

I am nothing,

but everything...

When I am not the Woman I used to be.

THE ROAD.

THE ROAD;

 TRAVELING AMERICA (by car)

WITH JUST A MAP OF INDIANA.

..

dirt, dust, & 100 bags of beef jerky.

THE DESERT.

THE DESERT.
"A Palette of Color"

It looks like God
placed a few extra stars in the sky..
scattered a bunch of boulders,
then placed them carefully for the gazers.

...

He must have covered it in sharp things,

in spite of its beauty.

JOSHUA TREE, CA

SALT & MENTHOL.

SOLANA BEACH, CA

72°

the cheapest & biggest bottle of sauvignon blanc we could find.

fog zombies

&

hair covered in cliff debris.

the view was ideal: 

palm trees, coast, and rich people

but really...my interest was in her.

her posture & the way her mind pondered

when she lifted her cigarettes.

this was just the beginning;

 "THE BEGINNING SMELLED LIKE SALT & MENTHOL"