Floating Clouds
Photography as memory.
Poems, essays and photography
A chronological index of published work.
Photography as memory.
I miss watching the sky turn into cotton candy, Feeling the spring breeze and the buzz of the bees. I miss the distinct smell of a
I often wonder why the world feels like it’s spinning. Why I find myself glued to the bathroom mirror, Inspecting every insecurity that encompasses my
I’ve heard that a person is supposed to have an intuition. A sense of knowing, A gut feeling in their stomach, That warns them that
I act all big and strong, And I stay up all night long. My emotions are grand, And I like to act as if I'
There is a willow tree that seeks to please, Though its branches hang low, they're bare, yet free. Within the canopy, the birds find
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as
I met a traveller from an antique land, Who said, "Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. Near them, on the
Once upon a midnight dreary, While I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious Volume of forgotten lore— While I nodded, nearly napping,
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This is a nice poem :)