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.


This is supposed to be a garden by the end of the week. This is the end of day one.

I knew the moment I started packing was the moment I don't live here any more.

I had a new roof put on last week, an attempt at protection, the daily guardianship I can no longer provide.


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