It feels tragic – The way we push forward When feeling empty, Feeling nothing, Except what hurts – The way we ignore That sense of knowing That it’s all so … Continue reading It feels tragic
Perhaps when we find ourselves bobbing our heads to inner resonance, we’re glimpsing what could be a lovely alignment of frequencies, that which we call music.
This song, like many others with silent voices, stirs up emotions surrounding issues I don’t often talk about. I decided to mix together visual representations of what it makes me … Continue reading Grooming Nature… A music video for “I Came Running” by Ancient Astronauts
The sun’s tingling radiation penetrated my cheeks and warmly nudged me from a hypnotic lull. As my bed rocked me back and forth in a steady, calming rhythm, I peeked … Continue reading Looking Toward Utopia
One of my foremost desires is to see a sustainable future — one that benefits all and protects the most vulnerable — come to fruition. Incorporating smart technology with an … Continue reading A Summer in Copenhagen, Introduction
Draft 2 here Let’s suppose that one means of approaching identity, considered here as an expression of place among existing possible places, is informed by a combination of elements: past … Continue reading Infinity and Identity (First Draft)
There is something savory about the friction furnished by the subtle stubble on your face; it’s like a gentle, tingly massage cueing me in to the currency of the moment. If … Continue reading Escape by Transformation
Shaky fingers caress the heartstrings of a stranger, as the mind tingles in anticipation of uncharted consequence. What has changed in these past few weeks,
Mid-sentence and crowded by a familiar stranger, something clicks over. The fear is back. The sweat percolates just below the blank space between each collar bone, in the narrow valley between … Continue reading “Searching for Lost Pieces of Self”
Her eyes full of possibility, washed over, like waves visiting sand locked shells, rolling briefly, and retreating to the vast, mysterious ocean where wonders lurk. She is her heart; it beats … Continue reading “Her eyes full of possibility, washed over, like waves visiting sand locked shells, rolling, briefly, retreating to the vast, mysterious ocean where wonders lurk.”
Tapping restless fingers to this beat inside my soul, do you know this symphony of sympathy’s great toll? From yonder side of veiling pane where warm breath licks iced glass, from … Continue reading Quick freestyle. Add more?
We march these empty fields Within our crowded minds Searching for the remnant Of culture left behind; But what we find is puzzling, A nature quite veneered, Reflected in the … Continue reading Bonds