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Listless and lost, I am left powerless to old age and a generation that burdens my existence.
Let the dust fill you, let the smoke be your meal. In the dark, on empty, everything becomes real.
Penmanship 003
Cross the bridge with me and I’ll take you home.
Penmanship 002
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 →
Mother
Potted like plants, we are the roots of your survival and the void in the sea. We are always here but not here at all. Stumble and step, You insult and wound. Stand up and walk, You kiss and swoon.
More characters?
I'm not going to lie, I've been supremely caught up in writing and school and haven't been making characters. But I love them. These little collaged people are everything to me. They're creative, thoughtful, provoking, and beautiful. Do I miss them as much as you do?
Bubblegum pink sky and remnants of getting high.
Head in the Sky: The Lost Ones
I will grow old with these men. As the lonely trees have the wind, I have my brothers.
Head in the Sky: The Ancients
Famous Last Words 