Won't move forward, don't look back.

Mostly artbooking lately, and planning for bigger and better things to come.

You'll see.

Family Photos

All images © Emily E. Johnson

This Feels Like a Nightmare.

sixtysomethingdays. when does it get easier?

We're Just Livin', Making Being Here Enough

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Honey, This Town Ain't Big Enough For Us Both

All Images © Emily E. Johnson

So, I headed for Chicago.

I'll Keep My Composure, You Keep To Yourself

You're burning out, just skin and bones.

Pale face, hollow gaze.

I won't keep my light on anymore.

All images © Emily E. Johnson

And then there was March.

A shift of the eyes to the left

and down

or no contact at all.

Face down

buried in your pillow

you mutter "everything is fine".

This conversation

over.

It's like trying to hold smoke.

I can't keep

you

can't keep your word.

Kid,

you've got no follow through

and

somehow

though I spelled it out

just for

you

somehow manage to

fuck it up

every goddamn time.