one of my first professional photos by Holly Port circa 08/09 http://hollyportphotography.com/
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You can disarm so much tension and hurtwith a smile, the eyesfall soft in dimples.
There will always be a mother the first to hurt the only to heal.She will travel you in veins and all your mannerisms, an ode to her revolt.
When the common good between two people is loss, laughter becomes a strange form of mourning, sounds a lot like crying off tune.I learned about you in fragments. Too busy watching your hands hold me, to notice the way you couldn’t hold yourself. Fixated on the posture of sentences, you said I was your favorite question mark? You first came to me in a dream. I could tell you were coming…
in the benches of her ribs he searched for a door a keyhole, the building wherever she kept it spent years in the parking lotin a sky of patience the engine still running a fume possessed air the windows up leather sweating his skin honking the horn her body was a noisy city too many streets with no names no one would listen until one…
“It Could Be You” by SunSay Ladies & Gentlemen, if only I could really convey all the excitement I have for Sunsay’s english album! I had the honor of witnessing and participating in it being made in a beautiful castle set in France. I am so amazed by this incredible voice box and all of the beautiful people surrounding him. Please please watch this and…
The art of detachment She woke up pacinga postponed bloodbath cramps and curves a head full of twisted nights and Barbes fabric gypsy silhouette leaking emotions faucet of telephone coffins sent overseas anticipating the sweet release of licking skin chocolat in morning peeling in showers sipping on spiced tea waiting to exhale on Rue du Faubourg St Denis.