tiny book #1, ca. 2000 - 2006 // photographed by pan ellington. i first wrote this line on the very first page of the very first tiny notebook i ever carried. begun years ago, the specific number of which i will forgo mentioning here. it was one of those lines that tend to pop into … Continue reading life and death in one hour.
for Our love & for that morning.
alcatraz federal prison, 22 november 2018; photographed by pan ellington I stood on the top deck at the back of the boat, hands in my pockets, wondering at the depth and warmth of the darkness and the very bright light of the moon. It would be my first adventure without Her, something I’d wanted to … Continue reading for Our love & for that morning.
the eighth of december.
I made the decision to go out that night on impulse. The weight of the year heavy on my shoulders, I craved release, someplace to funnel my anger, the rage and the sadness that pulsed through my body — remnants of my Father’s death, a Wendy’s recent flight, and the realization I was left to fight another … Continue reading the eighth of december.