Incomplete… and the prints of our feet

Painting for my bessttt friiendd, SARA!

THE OFFICIAL PACT: we pledge to remain single–in all aspects–until the minimum age of 25. At that point, we’ll be the proud owners of a cozy little home in California (or another Western state that agrees to abide by the lives of Sara and Ashlyn) with a breath-taking back porch overlooking the beautiful landscape of the west. And we are not bound to the age of 25… that’s just a minimum. Two friends who just love to live. woooooo Caallliiiiiii!

a painting for mom’s new bedroooom

Simple

A possession of power
To oversee hearts
Clouds in her head
Alone and apart
Her clothes quickly shed
She jumps in his bed
Close your eyes tight
A lullaby–this flight

Poem for Peng and his green laser light

Will you let yourself be paralyzed
And feel the substance of this breeze?
Curled up in this smoke I tantalize
My own wish to be Free
See this ladder made of scraps?
A hypnotizing form
Watch–I’ll feel these splintered steps
Then settle to be torn