Moomin Doodle Intermission

Natasha Newton

acrylic on canvas

antique story skirt

(walks out into the woods at 2 am)

(shouts)

HOW DO I MOVE ON? EVEN WHEN IT WAS MY FAULT? EVEN WHEN I WAS THE ONE IN THE WRONG? EVEN WHEN I HURT SOMEONE WITHOUT CAUSE OR EXCUSE OR EXPLANATION? WHEN I HAVE NO RECOURSE TO SEEK FORGIVENESS AND WHEN THEY ARE RIGHT TO NEVER FORGIVE ME, SO THE ONLY THING THERE IS LEFT TO DO IS TO MOVE ON AND AND DO BETTER OR DIE. AND I AM NOT DYING?

(silence)

(hears a bullfrog croak)

(that's nice at least, I do like bullfrogs)

June 29th

Suburban Landscape by Jeremy Mayes

oil painting

Baba Yaga may be my favorite folk tale character, but her chicken-legged hut has captured my imagination almost as much as she has! Here's a take that imagines baby huts as birdhouses with chick legs! Baby Yaga huts, if you will. You can get a print here

Night crawler, Steven Outram

Mentally, I’m living in a little blue house on the coast and it’s foggy and I can feel the sea air in my lungs and I’m writing poetry in the attic while the sun trickles in through the windows.

i like to pretend i already died and asked god to send me back to earth so i can swim in lakes again and see mountains and get my heart broken and love my friends and cry so hard in the bathroom and go grocery shopping 1,000 more times. and that i promised i would never forget the miracle of being here