September 22, 2014

Whoa I forgot my tumblr still exists.

June 29, 2014
The Arts District

We end
and begin
in a gallery
where everyone hangs their sins
my collection is extensive and ugly
but your beauty is not a resident
they call it art
but are we so smart
to think we can corrupt
what our eyes see
and our hands touch
for our own means?

I feel I’ve lived this scene out before
but you told me,
"no, it’s another charcoal drawing you’re thinking of"

That was a lie
my memory served me well
As I walked backward down the stairs
fresh with the fragrance
of some woman
who I’ll never really know

Her scent is my comfort
and a symbol of a higher law

I’ve seen her pictures
hanging on the gallery wall
as she stood next to me
in another fantasy
another life
another soul
worth knowing yet
art only lasts as long as the Earth commands

So as she walked away
i couldn’t help but
try to inhale
the breath she left
but to no avail
it mixed with the atmosphere

And I disappeared
back into a place
where time destroys our lips
with an icy kiss

Frost bitten
but too cold to sustain

Your art will live on
but mine has been blown away
like dust to Nova Scotia
scattered across Chile and Spain
dusting a floor on Prendergast Street
and poured out in Maine

The lives we never get to live
are embodied in prose
and painting
and memory

It becomes such as this:
art is best expressed as a tragedy

So I stand from the outside of the frame
and watch you create
humbled by your being

MeH 6/29

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June 27, 2014

I was doing ancestral research today and found out amazing things!

My last name IS Swedish! 
And my great-great grandfather came from Sweden married to another Swede!  And my great-grandfather was fully Swedish and married a full German - meaning my lineage on my paternal grandfather’s side is Swede-German.  My grandmother was Italian and possibly Irish!  But it’s hard to find information on the name “Persell”.

On my maternal side, my great-great grandparents were both Danish and came from Denmark!  My grandmother was Danish and English from the other side!

June 25, 2014

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June 21, 2014
Might as well.

Might as well.

June 5, 2014

"I shouldn’t have moved in with him just because I was lonely."


"I shouldn’t have moved in with him just because I was lonely."

June 5, 2014

Effortlessly busy and yet completely unfulfilled.

May 23, 2014

I received a love letter from Maine today
Scrawled on the back of a
Winter Harbor postcard
"I love you
I have not seen you in so long”

But I could not respond
Merely with my thoughts
But with my deeds
So I set sail
Across mountains
And valleys

Yet I did not know how well
A woman without ears
Could listen

How well a woman
Without a voice
Could speak

How well a woman
Without hands
Could caress

And the strangest part is
I learned my independence from her

And despite my failures as a human being
I could still seek love in Acadian soil
What a beautiful thing!

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May 22, 2014

Columbia River Gorge, Oregon | by {Danielle Hughson} 


Columbia River Gorge, Oregon | by {Danielle Hughson

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May 21, 2014



stay away from people who make you feel like you are hard to love

This is the most important thing I have ever read.

I have also learned to stay away from people who make you think they are hard to love.

…because they almost always are.  And then it’s just work and drama to even get a smidgen in on the matter.

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