She arrives at a cottage surrounded by pine trees that smells like chimney smoke. She does not consider intention’s involvement with this destination. A dusty window reveals a near empty room. There is a stool, a bench, a basket and a bookshelf.
Initially she does not enter.
Clara strolls the perimeter of the small stone structure. There is a rocking chair on the front porch beside a potted plant and bouquet of orange chrysanthemums. She reaches for the flora with a yearning to touch life.
The texture of green stems and soft petals pressed closely to her chest is the best secret she can imagine. This seems to reveal everything.
Clara knows a lot of secrets. Not the sort to share.
The type to keep.
Her squinting focus swears the chair’s rockers roll before her eyes. She assumes if he was there, he would hold her and sway in a similar motion. Swing just slightly enough to offer the breeze a chance to bite the hem of her dress and remind her of being alive.
She enters the cottage through a red doorway.
Clara is balancing on a stained wooden bench looking upward through holes in the roof. The sky is changing. Sheets of charcoal with edges of indigo ribbons. Bursts of violet. Tangerine longing. Continue reading
They say the answer comes naturally if you ask when you sleep. Not before. Not after.
She regains focus with a name on her lips. Wrapped in lace. It is something uncommon. Something she wants to speak without knowing to who.
The viridescent realm of her barefoot travel was scented with young flowers and fresh rain. Continue reading
Jessica Tremp is amongst the finest soon-to-be-discovered artistic talent in all of the land: from New York City to Melbourne. Amongst her array of breathless creative expression is her photography. She also makes a mind-blowing fondue and her shimmying skills sway circles around any other.
This week of posts is a dedication to Jessica’s magnificent work and the ways it makes our world better. Starting tomorrow, every day will feature a different one of her photographs accompanied my humble words. Continue reading
I have been very blessed to write with the insanely talented Rick Menace on a few occasions. As our next project, the two of us have been planning on mixing words and beats for a long time coming.
When I say a long time, I’m talking months. It’s funny. A lot of people tend to say, “We should do this…” or “How about we…” and never come through. Since I met Rick, I’ve recognized him as family. And although my head and earthly life get kicked from here to high hell – he never gives up on me. His patience and unconditional love toward me remind me of the benefits of a human incarnation.
I can’t wait for the product of our next production.
I spent time tonight reading my work and recording my voice. One edit only – no second takes. Continue reading
Last night I rugged up and hit town with CJ. We discussed the forthcoming Carrier movie that is still in post-production, a final product should be available for viewing over the coming weeks!
We wandered beside the water, I made wishes on stars, we discussed manifestation, we pondered any opportunity to earn a living that doesn’t make us want to vomit. One day when I’m a world-renowned word nerd and CJ is an international directing phenomenon, I’ll flip back through photos of these times and say something like, “You know, it really was simpler back then…” Continue reading