The Heart Cries Out

The heart cries out,Even,And especially,When the tongue fails. Words cannot sayWhat we feel,Just as our bodies often failTo conveyThe impulses that drive them. At times IWish there was a wayTo give voice toThe pulse that runs beneath. She tells me to draw,Despite objections that I cannot,"With your left hand,"She tells me;"You will stop trying to … Continue reading The Heart Cries Out →

No Diamante, a Sua Preciosidade

This piece was written in collaboration with one of my most cherished friends, a Brazilian diamond in her own right, Sunflower. My sincere gratitude to her for the beautiful lines she has provided, and for the creative energy that was produced by this collaboration. I have dearly missed working together in this manner. Sunflower: A … Continue reading No Diamante, a Sua Preciosidade →

I Will / Never / Forget

I will... Never / be the same person who used to rise at 5:30am every morning / ready within 15 minutes / on my bicycle in –15 degree weather / no gloves and a smile on my face / sun shining down / Greet each morning / embrace the new day / maybe on a … Continue reading I Will / Never / Forget →

Art Is

Art is An exploration of self To self An analysis Of what it means To communicate To express To feel The artist carves their statement Out of whatever medium Into existence From nothing A complexity Arisen from a force not accounted for Which begins At the center

Home

Whether you return after the day is done To a warm bed and a meal Or to a place where no-one goes Where the world outside does not seem real You should always know you have a home You have a place where you are valued A space in which you and your life exist … Continue reading Home →

What It Is to Rise and Fall

It is said We are born of the soil No more than dust made flesh Destined as such to return someday Scattered as it were To every corner of the turning Earth If this is so I should hope we may one day know What it is to rise and fall To move with the … Continue reading What It Is to Rise and Fall →

With Only Absence

There are still And perhaps there always will be Periods in which All that is Fades away Leaving only grey In these times It can feel Like there is little left As we struggle to find Meaning and purpose Some semblance of what was In a world far removed All we have come to know … Continue reading With Only Absence →

Tired

Woke up tired So long So long ago Been so many nights Sleeping alone How many more Don't really know Just want to say Don't know what to say Wish it weren't this way Wish it weren't today I've been walking steady But I am going nowhere I've been getting ready For what? I don't … Continue reading Tired →

Beyond the Veil

How we wonder What lies in wait On the other side Beyond the veil So much of our time Preoccupied Driven Towards understanding But at what cost? Are all doors meant to be opened Or are there some which exist Solely for the purpose Of hiding What exists behind them? What wonder will remain When … Continue reading Beyond the Veil →

Ask the Tardigrade

Ask the Tardigrade What it means to be alive Ozymandias