poetry. photography. storytelling.
i had a dream once, back in twenty-fifteen, that i would runaway to liverpool amidst a burning internal anger. without knowing a damn thing, i imagined this would be the city to channel my souls angst. i'd show up with just enough cash, to pick up leather + jean clothing, ripped and torn, with punk... Continue Reading →
My Heart, My Mom. She is an incredible human who went through hell and back this past year. I tried to post these pictures last night, but I just didn't know how to caption this to match her beauty, her strength, her compassion. So taking her advice, I'll keep it simple. This is my Mom. (Isn't... Continue Reading →
A week has passed. On my mind? I'm not sure, I am now just bravely settling into stillness. I have kept a high pace through the strides of the waking hours. I see my home only to sleep, the hours of the day spent evading, Jobs and responsibilities make great distractors. Stay busy fool. Stay... Continue Reading →
I feel small. The kind of small that sinks in your chest, your heart center. Deflated. Dejected. Deserted. I feel bullied. Settling into the isolating aftermath of standing up for right, for truth, for equality, for the underdog. I feel invisible. Like the feather drifting, seesawing, back and forth, fearing the truth when I hit... Continue Reading →
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