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oh the little thingsIt’d be nice if he'd let me breathe. Just inhale a little air to keep my teeth company- maybe even exhale again when they grow tired of one another. You really don’t notice how wonderful it is to breathe until you’re lying stomach down with empty lungs and the creepy man from the corner store sitting on your back.

But what can I say? Not- ‘please get off of my back, I can feel my spine against my stomach and I don’t like it.’ Because I really can feel my spine against my stomach and am breathless to say such. My cheek makes like feet against the wooden floorboards. This man has a whole forest of trees in here! A

you can't feel through fabrictonight the rain becomes the earth
falling from hidden spaces in the sky and swollen clouds
i hear it make mud of dirt, and lovers of friends
and ask, quiet, where are you going but down?

i’m not all there in the head
you’re not all there in the head, my mother says
i’m not all there in the head i repeat
sometimes i’m there in my toes and fingers and heart as well

and now - in this downpour moment- i lie on the street
so warm that i think well that’s where love’s gotten to
but where is your shirt n? oh someplace else
and is that a light flickering in the house across the road? hide!

i rush in soaken w

flesh puzzlesIn the beginning it was enough. I’d be wide-eyed, quietly watching her through the windows. Limbs and torso like a slender tree; bowing in wind and always shooting up toward the sun. She’d wear summer skin in the middle of winter with freckles spoiling her shoulders and cheekbones. Her birthmark was a dull red stain at her collarbone and she had a mole beneath her left breast. She was thirteen and I thirty, but my, oh my, did I ache to see her insides.

The house next door they called the sea house because it was two stories of cerulean blue. Through my bedroom window I could see naught but an empty bedroom. But late September the P

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Date Taken:Sep 2, 2007, 2:40:42 PM

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Photography / People & Portraits / Infants and Children

She is beautiful.
Went out on fathers day and took lots of pictures of my cousins.
I like this one. =]

!Goldener-Schnalle Mar 12, 2011

She looks like an angel !!!!
so BEAUTIFUL !!!!

~Murder999 Feb 17, 2010

Lovely cousin
Lovely sister
Lovely you !
And wonderful photography !!!

!Alhydrojeen Jan 3, 2010

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~LostWithinDreams May 27, 2009

_{awesome job. each of your portraits has a different feel. greatness is obviously seen in your work. hm, i hope to see your work someday in vogue (or some other awesome magazine). maybe someday you could work with annie leibowitz!}

~SavageInsight Dec 20, 2008

There's an honesty here, as in so much of your expression.
Don't take this as flattery, it isn't, but it's not insult either.

People think of periods in life as perfect, but nothing ever is for everyone, I guess I love the how real it is in your work, carefully pressing against a person's need to just keep going without something shattering into their steady moments.

These pictures have a high fidelity of feeling, something rare even on DA where so much gather for one single reason of need to vomit a cacaphony of pure unbridled expression of the true living condition: to see what your head lovingly teases into blurry passionate intensities that keep changing, slipping, sliding aside; until in something permanent and exposed it's given form and something we can see without our minds; giving us a chance to breathe and perhaps for once, hear our heart.

Thanks for being open, thank you for reminding me that there is honesty, for perhaps no other reason than itself.

Be better.
-SavI