by Austin Sanniota Edwards When you’re small, old, and fragile but surrounded by big, new, and sturdy, it’s easy to feel forgotten and unworthy. But can you believe your bold, wooden door, and the hand-chiseled designs in your arches? Even the wrinkles in your brow and chips in the gold paint make you stand out from … Continue reading The House I Built
Dear Asaf Avidan, So, I saw you last night at the City Winery in Chicago. Front row (table) seats, with my boyfriend and my brother and his lovely lady. The tables were all crowded together, the decor was lovely, the candles made the wood glow and fed our excitement at seeing you, the stage was … Continue reading Music and Wine
Photo taken from Google Images [NOT the pond I'm referring to] I passed one of those man-made "lakes" today, you know, the ones that campuses sometimes stick into their landscaping projects in order to make themselves look more official. Cuz it's official if there's a pond. From a distance, it looked like one of these … Continue reading Look. Then Look Again.
Turned up towards the sun pushed to the side by the wind in competition with everything in their vicinity forever reaching upward and outward. Break off the stem, and you've got some invisible green blood pouring where gravity pulls it. Tear it from it's lifesource and hear microscopic despair emanating from the scalloped edges. Interlacing … Continue reading Leaves, Plants, Awareness.