I’ll be honest

I am a slow maker

A lonely creator and a sometime believer.

I  do not feel that I am a writer or an artist,

So I cannot write a paragraph about either

Losing time, forcing oneself into shapes

None of which we belong in,

Is a shared loss and  a rampant race

That often results in forgetting to create

And refine shapes of our own.

The greatest strength we have is our power for

Contradiction.

Beyond expectations.

The tension in-between is what I lean into

And where I try to create things.

That is what you will find here.

A collection of contradictions. 

The Real and the Imagined.

The gentle and the loud.

The boring  and alluring.

Peculiar oddities

With ordinary familiarities.

The Graceful and the Awkward.

What a relief  it is to find one’s  own shape

And share some pieces of it.