four seasons in one day

all rise within me to mean

you, who forever elude me. 

-rm rilke

Devotedly,

Zelda

Portraits for professional stage combat instructor, Diego.

you are a room i never leave.

IMG_6409 on Flickr.

I want
to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.

- neruda

hipster cupcake kid on Flickr.

hipster vegan cupcake eating children are my favorite.

my mom’s a babe.

you really got a hold of me.

s u p e r m o o n.

if the moon did not…

no, if you did not. 

- robert creeley 

April 28th Letter No. Eight (Robert Lowell, 1960)

poetsorg:

ROBERT LOWELL to Elizabeth Bishop, April 28, 1960

I don’t know why I’ve stuffed all this in, except to plaintively suggest that even here one can see the world in a grain of sand. Dearest, how I miss you. Some day, we will be in the same spot and long, long, long.

All my love,

Cal

P.S. I enclose a translation of Heine, almost an original poem from three of his. How marvelous to have had a life that could be so written about even in terrible pain.

images from the Wilderness project’s debut at SaltSpace Gallery in Manhattan, March - April 2012

A furry feral & ferocious Thank You to all the animals who posed & visited.

Keep your eye on the Wilderness, there is more to come. 

it’s not that i always give up.

it might be i always give out.

April is the cruelest month.

With everyone turning

into fields, it’s hard to know anything. With everyone turning

into fields, it’s hard to be abstract. And since I’m mostly alone,

I just keep running my hand over the field, waiting. 

from how the mind works still to be sure  // jennifer denrow