That Look is Reserved for Me That look is reserved for me… The One in a field of faceless faces, moving in a million broken pieces. My breath sways in a cascade of fits, every time… that look hooks my darkness. That look is reserved for me… I know….nobody but me… I know….what it does to me… That look is reserved for me… The one that strikes a stillness in my pulse, unmoving me in a state of paralytic bliss. […]
Ceiling to the Sea Won’t someone tell him please, can’t someone tell him he’s caught on the ceiling of the bluest seas, but he’ll form together again in water faraway. Just like the warmest, arching ocean wave he’s bathing in reasons to wake another day. Won’t someone please explain, can’t someone tell her she’s turning the forest trees against the rain, and forever she’ll be tethered to that unfailing flame. Curled up in lonely fire made wild by the wind, she is, he is, with no […]
I wrote a little thing yesterday in a waiting room. The photos came by night, unable to sleep….around 1am by using only streetlight coming in my bedroom windows. Caught by the Moon You…you…find me like this, and I’m sorry You…you…love me like this, like I’m worthy And for all I know, I can’t comprehend it And you’ll never make me understand it Chasing me down that silent street My streetlight shadows outrun my feet, and I’ll trip again on that unsteady […]
The Tear I got to hold her in my arms again, after so many years No longer of flesh and bone, she’s free to find me In my dreams…for a few too short moments she’s there It’s an unbearable heartache when she disappears I can’t let go, so I hold on and hold together the tear My mind finds a way to give me what I miss, what I need So that deep sorrow upon awaking will soon let up And […]
The desert always feels different after a night of rain. This morning the sky was covered with big, beautiful clouds. I hike most days, temperature permitting, and this morning I took my Canon along with me because I knew I’d find abundant inspiration in the rare clouds. I used only my Lensbaby Edge 80, just to do something different. My music inspiration was bascially a loop of Brandi Carlile’s “Turpentine” and a cover of her song “Late Morning Lullaby” by Shovels and Rope. […]
She Is… She’s arriving… She’s arriving at the door of recycled words. She’s locked out… She’s locked out…side the confines of time. She’s in tune… She’s in tune with her broken wings. She’s climbing… She’s climbing her house of cards. She’s clinging… She’s clinging to clouds that hold her hand, and catch her falls. She’s calling… She’s calling for the koi to swim her into the deep. She’s lying… She’s lying under clotheslines of warm blankets and sweaters. She’s sleeping… […]
The world inside once dormant, ignites, yielding to karma’s everlasting night. Seasons circle in the forest of fate… Everything as intended, without escape. The moon between branches aligns souls in a cocoon of limbs, entwined. Through leaves, rain, flowers and snow; lips, petals, water, and wombs will Let go. About the artist: Natalie’s primary goal as an artist is to evoke feeling through her words and photographs. Her artistic journey began long ago but it wasn’t until she entered […]
Audio I wonder what you will see, if you close your eyes, and listen to the words by clicking above. Motoring Adrift After holding back her head and losing all her heart, those echoing beats still blink and swerve. In a hangover of fallen leaves where the grass is no longer green, what will sustain her? Hens with jagged elbows poke, over and over, her soft earthen autumn feathers. Shooed away with a steady stomp and stormy exhale, this […]