…that silence made me feel isolated, watched. How did I get this way anyway, so separated from anyone else, where does that come from? now it all starts to sink in, the quietude of space. I’m an asshole.
creativity
I am convinced that everyone should write poetry. Poetry is the song of the heart, it is the […]
Found myself near Magnolia park today around lunch. A strange name for a park with no magnolia trees. […]
look down from glory upon the sufferings of the unfortunate, the labours of the wretched, thoroughly aware these […]
“There came a time when I had to realize there were two of me out there.” Thad Sandstrom […]
So I’ve had this woodblock project post sitting in the drafts pile for a while now and I’ve […]
Last night the kids were watching TV and I wanted to sketch. I started with the intention to […]
Birds are singing From trees and rooftops Over pavement Under the din Of morning traffic.
Man, Oh man, people say to me, Well I’m a Jesus man, others say yeah I’m a Buddha […]
