She pulled a bin bag over her head, making sure the tube was inside. She taped the bag tight around her neck and groped for the canister. As she turned the knob, helium inflated the bag. Her last thoughts before she lost consciousness were: I hope this works. Continue reading And now I cry
The big hand moves to the hour. In a minute I will meet a person that can change my life.
Seconds tick menacingly. Continue reading Interview butterflies
I saw, I clicked and I wondered. Now what? Branches dissect morning sun reflection over lake. Not good enough, I may as well photograph: trash covering tarmac at dump. Continue reading Seeing love through blind quietude