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Visions of the future that you’ll never see, photos on the mantle is all I’ll ever be.
690 My mom's a workaholic. So am I.
Orwell: The little boy I never met
The rocks he kicks with his feet Fall into place without any purpose. He steps into the sand and buries pebbles he finds. The pebbles and rocks mutter his name. Orwell. Socks filled with dirt, Shoes collecting memories. A little baby boy, Named by a mother and her love for Animal Farm. It was the... Continue Reading →
Penmanship: A Series
My childhood remembers you, I do not. Or atleast I try not to. I love the idea of physically scribing words overtop of images, now a days everything is typed on a computer. Penmanship is so intimate and I write with my eyes. Here's a new series of poetry written overtop of provocative images I ripped... Continue Reading →
722: Old Words from Passed Years
"Daddy passed away on November 2nd. I thought I was all right, but this week I haven't gone to school. Next week will be better."
I will grow old with these men. As the lonely trees have the wind, I have my brothers.
Head in the Sky: The Ancients
Grab a Bowl
I'm whipping up something magical for you. l/r
Famous Last Words 