jolie laide

jolie laide

I started this when I lived in Brooklyn and struggled for grace in a city that grants moments of beauty and ugliness breathtakingly close to one another. Now I live in a place where things are a different kind of ugly and the beauty is pedestrian. I struggle with that.


The reddening strawberries planted last weekend.
Someone on this train car smells like cucumber.
Sap on my hands from clearing trees from the back of the house.


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