Dare to depend on your hope

Well, I'm being brave and posting it.

My first chapbook from this year, All That The Light Alters, can be read here. Inside you'll find 50 poems all written by yours truly within this year (2025).

If you do take the time to read any, thank you very much! And if you'd take pity on me and let me know if any are particular favorites of yours, I would appreciate it very much.

Little Squirrel.

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My god the utter decadence of realizing that I can access my entire library's ebook catalog, at any hour of any day, directly from my phone. I can be lying in bed at 1 AM and suddenly I have a new book as easily as clicking on a fanfic. If I don't like it I can backspace out as easily as backspacing out of a fanfic. There's zero investment cost. It's just right there. Who else is doing it like her.

I love a good floppy leaf. The floppier, the better, am I right??

Agatha Christie, An Autobiography

Liang Fu (Chinese, 1993) - Reflections of Nothing (2024)

Liang Fu (Chinese, 1993), Reflections of Nothing, 2024. Pigment, oil on canvas, 120 x 160 cm.

my soft and comfortable mama

Woodland Garden

Gouache on paper, 2019

by Kelly Louise Judd

Four Seasons, Spring - 1899

Four Seasons, Summer - 1899

Four Seasons, Autumn - 1899

Four Seasons, Winter - 1899

Illustrations by Alexandre de Riquer i Ynglada

another gawain and the green knight dragon piece

Arthur Harald-Gallén (Finnish, 1880 - 1931)

Deep ocean creatures

isn’t it amazing how the width of the skirt, the heft and color and lift of it, changes the whole tone of the sculpture? Her previous tutu sagged on her body, and I remember when I saw it I thought of wilting flowers—the crushed quality of the fabric and the multilayered brown just added to that sad, wistful effect; I thought Degas was conveying a kind of loneliness, a sense of being left out in the cold, a girl not quite a ballerina.

and then the new skirt! She looks like a Dior model. She fits with other paintings Degas made of dancers, and her whole pose reads completely differently. She looks like she's about to lift off or float away. The skirt is still aged but it’s no longer tattered. She's a dandelion now, ready to happily dance away, not a girl kicked out of the ball. It’s shocking that her pose hasn’t changed at all, because the entire sculpture reads differently now.

And fascinating, too, that we don’t really know what Degas “intended.” All the changes that have happened to this sculpture over the years is a collective vision of what a Degas sculpture should be. From this video, it sounds like he didn’t plan for the bronze (which adds the tone of memory, solidity, history). He didn’t envision the skirt being dyed to match the body or its decay. It sounds like we’re not even sure how full he made the skirt originally—this conservator is going off of historically accurate looks from the time, ignoring whether degas might have intentionally flouted those to make a separate point. This is a Theseus’s ship of a masterpiece. Gorgeous and weird and totally divorced from what it started as.