"We began before words and we will end beyond words."
I got angry last night and wrote two posts that I've never been more passionate about. Last year I struggled to define the thematic of this blog: deciding whether it was a portfolio for the Head in the Sky Series, or poetry platform, or a diary. I entered 2016 not knowing what this blog would... Continue Reading →
On New Years Eve I, unfortunately, rang in the New Year listening to an idiot rant about what he thought was, Muslims and their objectives. Naturally, he began his monologue of intolerance with "they should go back to their country" and "if they can't abide by our customs they should leave." It wasn't long before... Continue Reading →
Last night I read a Black Lives Matter Matters article that explained the importance and thematic behind the Black Lives Matter movement. It touched on All Lives Matter and the difference between the two as well. And while I don’t particularly enjoy discussing this topic,... Continue Reading →
Go forth, with dignity and optimism with love and kindness with hope. Go forth, knowing that you are strong but can, and will, become stronger, wiser, happier, better. Go forth with star in your eyes, dreams in your head and ambition in your hands. Remember, as much as New Years are known for their "new... Continue Reading →
For Mom, my lion, my light, my first love.
I think it's about time that I speak about the birth of Head in the Sky: the collage series that dominates this blog. I think over the years I, myself, have been working through the thematic and purpose of making characters; Their styles and thematic has evolved so much since their creation and I thought... Continue Reading →
To Whom it May Concern, Amoung all the things that bother me about this ending, I have to admit that I am most bothered by your willingness to let it end. In most books that I've read, every ending comes after a great fight, or catharsis, that knots together loose strings. But this one came after a... Continue Reading →
You wake up in the morning to a text message that asks your permission in allowing a friend to get a line of your poetry tattooed. I didn't cry but I will when I see it. I'm so happy my work affected someone so much.
Famous Last Words 