I hope you don’t mind me sharing a few more photos. I’ve been spending quite a bit of time staring outside and walking around because I fear winter is coming to an end and I’m getting a little sad about that. I swear it just started but then I look at the calender and realize, […]
crystals coat my eyelashes and my puffed breath swirls before my face the mist runs its fingers through the low-lying trees the quiet whisper of dried and yellowed grass in the slightest breeze the grasp of winter’s white blanket still wrapped around their ankles somehow or other I catch the glimmer of the sun’s rays […]
A Poetic Anthology Inspired by Nature – black and white art and poetry from thirty-two artists and writers
There are places In the deep dark sea Where you can find thousands of female octopii Brooding, Fiercely defending their precious eggs. If dinner doesn’t happen by for any particular female, She won’t eat. Days will pass with no sustenance; She starts to go mad, Acting erratically With a self-destructive slant: She might tear her […]
Enjoy this collaboration between Michael Raven and myself. Sound on. tara caribou + Michael Raven | ©2021
As his lips devoured her silky skin All he could taste was Lavender and frankincense As his hands gripped her soft flesh All he could touch was Damp earth and cloudy skies As his knees spread her thighs wide All he could see was Glistening petals of honey divine As his voice guided her willing […]
Hi friends, here’s another little glimpse at my little bit of Alaska. It was fairly chilly, relatively speaking, for a few weeks but now it’s been in the warm high-teens to mid-twenties (Fahrenheit degrees)… excluding wind chill of course. I can’t believe how warm it’s been and how little snow we’ve gotten. I hope that […]
awaken, dreamer stretch and rise from your pillow there are stars held in the palm of your hand glitter in the corner of your eye glance and just miss the rustle of wings passing by flutter-by, flutter-by, flit, flirt, sip and fly on by the morning sun rises fresh dew on the windowsill I’m waiting […]
you slip through all my cracks soul-seepage with glitter-eye wrapping and curling around shoulders down soft supple belly and intimate sighs headswirl, I inhale …::::…::::…::::… lips speak, whisper firstbloom love I hold each seed precious-birth heart-stream unstoppable dance fingers fly, tongue-fly, words fly, fly, fly right. off. my page. to. you. pillow-head, I exhale …::::…::::…::::… […]
Hello friends, I’d like to share with you another set of photos. In these, I was thinking about texture. I hope you enjoy them. Ash clouds after volcano eruption. Anchor Point, Alaska Snow in ocean channel. Douglas, Alaska Peach leaf. Washington Wheat field. Washington Can’t remember the name of this plant. Wheat and lentil fields […]
