she had wings and it didn’t matter one bit that she had no head for figures he figured he could trim her feathers keep her grounded nmDavis
May 2016 . nmDavis . Marissa Rec. Area
spring evening 2016
the sun was hot but not the air it was just right the breeze taking a breath and then blowing again across the lake and through my hair and for a moment almost believing i belonged there image: photo taken at the lower lake at the marissa rec area. illinois. may 2016…
no trespassing… it must be expressed i guess even though i already know that it’s not my place within this space i already know this is so and yet i bet if i did go inside i would not need to hide my face Image: photo taken in New Athens, Illinois ….
people do not fit in boxes they fit into skin only dead folks can be put into boxes image . by nancy marie davis 2016
he once said outloud with a strong sure voice “those are buttermilk clouds” i did not doubt him for i loved the sound of the words that i heard before now his voice is weak and barely heard above the sound of the oxygen machine now he is hooked-up in a solitary way…