possible

my quiet nights are the savory ones. I can often sink into a particular inspiration when there is nothing but silence, a pen and paper. this is often where I remember. it’s in these empty minutes where I find fluid inspiration. it comes in flirtatious grazes at...

the holy contradiction project: shadow/illumination

  I went out to sit with the moon her shadow side showing laid naked for all to see how round and perfect and red she was how true and deep and loved she spoke to me, that blood moon of the superpowers within my soul I sat at the end of my driveway bare legs on...
part 2.  destruction.

part 2. destruction.

“Every act of creation is first an act of destruction.” ~Pablo Picasso    Destruction and creation are not opposites. Instead, they are requisites. Nothing can be created without something first being destroyed. Nothing can be destroyed without it first...
remember.

remember.

  remember when you’d dream so freely your body nearly lifted up into the cosmos? remember when everything felt possible because it was only the beginning? remember the certainty you held for a life filled with travel and discovery? of love so deep and...