2014

artarchives

sleeping right on the edge of a cliff next to Augustan ruins, 2014

yesterday I wrote about love in the morning, the power of the sea in the afternoon, I lingered in death & longing at sunset, perused ancient erotica in the early evening, pictured volcanoes destroying at midnight under the stars & mourned the end of passion into the small desperate hours of a black morning. September 30, 2014