Instagram is chopped. Here, I’ll post things I’ve been enjoying, personal works I’ve created, and other moments I’d like to show off.
supermoon
petrichoric: a book of original poems, film, and short stories. Themes of grief, familiarity, love, and transformation—inspired by music and myth. This is a world of threes: three beliefs, three branches, and three birds. 
find me where the cypress split in two
form in frame
apophenic architecture
at the Roman Forum, Italy
with cascading blues
and courageous greens
and plead innocent
in Colimore Harbour, Ireland
swelling 
on the shore in Salerno, Italy
nested on the bench 
in Christiana, Copenhagen
reflections
at Cinecittà Studios in Rome, Italy
a breath over the edge
in the clouds of Venice, Italy
with a bottle of wine
in the canals of Venice, Italy
“The day before yesterday, I saw a rabbit. Yesterday, a deer. And today, its you.”
in Jægersborg Dyrehave, Denmark
beheld by the crow we birthed 
flight of the tomb, relinquished
in the King’s Garden, Copenhagen
to be a tile in sunshine
at Cathedral of Santa Maria del Fiore in Florence, Italy
peeping tom
in the streets of Florence, Italy
burning blue
in Jægersborg Dyrehave, Denmark
well, yes
at Louisiana Museum of Modern Art in Humelbaek, Denmark
wrapped in autumn water
in Odense, Denmark
ever swam in a fountain?
in the neighborhood of Prati in Rome, Italy
effaced
in the canals of Venice, Italy
definitely listened to evermore here
in Jægersborg Dyrehave, Denmark
stepped in dog poop for this :/
in Odense, Denmark
girl look at this
at the Kilkenny Castle in Kilkenny, Ireland
sweaty at sunset
at the top of Piazzale Michaelangelo in Florence, Italy
so this is the most beautiful photo I’ve ever taken
at the edge of Dalkey, Ireland
reflections and a ball of yarn
in Jægersborg Dyrehave, Denmark
more reflections
at Louisiana Museum of Modern Art in Humelbaek, Denmark
precious!!
at Louisiana Museum of Modern Art in Humelbaek, Denmark
Spirited Away wishes
on the train to Bray, Ireland 
the copy of Wuthering Heights I stole from the hostel
in Kilkenny, Ireland
cliffs asf
in Howth, Ireland
how does one do something like this...
at Cathedral of Santa Maria del Fiore in Florence, Italy
this made the long ass hike worth it
up the hill in Dalkey, Ireland
gyres of somethings greater
on the cliffs of Lurraga, Ireland
woah that‘s green
the marsh of Kinvara, Ireland
I fall away
on the cliffs of Lurraga, Ireland
of flowers or insects
on the Cliffs of Moher
waltz to the orchestra of the aspen
in Villa Medici, Rome, Italy
of seas and sights, we lay in history
looking at Dalkey Island, Ireland
wet eyes of prey, air
in Villa Medici, Rome, Italy
oh to live in a row of pastel houses
in Drumcondra neighborhood, Dublin, Ireland
for your fruit bearing arms, and I, Tantalus
in Salerno, Italy
POV you’re a cool bug
I’m the dead wife at the beginning of the movie
swirling green in the morning mist
loving me will feel like bending a geyser from nothing
dispassion, exhaled haze
pale sand drifts even paler
struck one of light and of meter
at the MOPOP in Seattle, Washington
some kind of practical magic?
bloom, bloom, bloom!
summer susurrous
the birds and branches all sigh
what face does a lover wear when they no longer love
this is it: the land where the honey runs
in milky reflection
gilded clouds swirled at my birth
and the waves are swelling
feelings without are never the same
he wonders if gods still walk among men
at the Roman Forum, Italy
where gold knows silver, and moon sees sun
diorama of radiance
in the King’s Garden, Copenhagen
peace is petrichoric
bombardment of light
in the King’s Garden, Copenhagen
boorish reds slurred creamy pinks
still singing from the meadow, btw
pry the cloud-cover off my heart
and the flowers are scattered
not by flesh but by feather
the sand, wind, and water softened the edges
omneity that you reflect
the bombs are frivolous
at the Roman Forum, Italy
twisting the spine
in Villa Medici, Rome, Italy
though I cry for Calypso. pearls