I Will Lay and Make my Bed There

Diminish

At a terrifying pace,
the sunflowers flicker and burst,
tremble
and wilt.

The dandelion seeds are mosquitoes
(welcome home, East Coast)
drifting in clouds
towards the trains of summer,
as they slip back into their pounding forests
and wild night—
diminishing—
their lights visible only on the boughs of sentinel pines.

How can they be set down, forgotten?

They are the last living lamplight.
They are the sole surviving flame
fading
when we need it most.
When winter—

That tired place where the unresolved is ruler
Where we are so much slower than the time it takes gardens to die—

is coming.

All the tattoos, music, and art work on this site is my own except where noted. Feel free to contact me for CDs, prints, or tattoo appointments. I don't charge anything unless it's a significantly large piece, but leave it open to you what you feel like you can afford/want to trade/give.

xoxo

Noel'le Longhaul

Photographs from two recent shows. The photographs taken indoors are from “Together or Apart,” a show at the Nacul (nature/culture) center in Amherst, Massachusetts. The show was the Division III thesis showing of my old friend and partner in crime, Haley Handsdirty, and featured works by her sister Sam, who is a lovely little gremlin indeed. The show will be up until the end of June.

The one outdoor photograph is from a recent informal showing of RISD sophomore printmakers.

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