darlings, hello!

poetry & song,
life breath—

pools of light.
meow, pussycats—

Charming, divine sweeties—
firstly my apologies for this coming so late. Life just spins time faster with certain gravities involved.

Let me cut straight to it: selling art on the street with masks on doesn’t seem to be a great match for the softer, elegant strands of your DNA. Also, we’ve paused outside art…