fictionary… 8 megapixel artist… bloody awful poet.


“Life is beauty, under a shitheap of hope.”


I believe in life. And I am not deaf, dumb, or blind. Though I have tried to be all three, sometimes all at once. Yet the beauty, it turns out, is most often found buried beneath the ugliest things. Cloaked. Straining to be seen. Unrecognized. As we turn away, convinced it cannot be there.  

But life, and hope, are eternal. And so is the beauty, covered by a shitheap. Waiting. 


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9 thoughts on “Shitheap 

  1. So very, very true. Wise words, my friend 🙂

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  2. Veronica Roth on said:

    Oh I’m so cynical. Someone just came around and stuck that shasta daisy blossom in that garbage heap. Oh the curse of a editorial photographer/master gardener. I guess the very definition of the sh%$#heap! My bad!

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  3. This is really beautiful.

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