I’m so tired; All the wrongs, All the sorrows I can’t contain them, I can’t repair them. I’m just a flood And the me that was washed away is dead, Like a bird in the grass Silent After the flood I am so tired, My shoulders bleeding Something torn Out of me— My heart, I … Continue reading This Is a Poem I Want to Scream Out.
Beauty, in the end, Is unbearable not because it burns But because once encountered It becomes mundane, Just the legs next to us on the couch, Or the hazy valley outside our window.
I've been continuing to do digital art. I do plan to get back to watercolor for a while, but I'm pretty happy with the tools I've settled on. Here are a few recent examples of what I've been doing. Software: ProCreate and Sketch Club for the most part, with a few others here and there … Continue reading More digital art
Apparently we fear the rain so much that we wear drab clothing, and paint our houses in variations on a neutral theme. The light outside is dim at noon, comes dribbling onto the windowsill and cannot make its way to the floor. Some say we are defiant, or at least that we ignore the rain … Continue reading The Rain in Seattle
An artist is free, To fall, and call it flight, To destroy, and call it creation. To be undone, and call it alive.
I can see the past more clearly now See how it’s fitted, or ought to have been. Classical piano, tears, rebellion; Schoolyard bullies, kisses, bravado. Now: this feeling in the pit of of my stomach At how untouchable it is… If I’m too careful, I see the jumping and frolicking falling away, My face hardening: … Continue reading The Life of Memories, and Memories of Life
Cruising online? You'll see a fireman saving a cat, but also murders most foul. The paradox of human nature. One is a blessed affirmation of humanity; The other is a chokehold on your heart. Straddling that divide is enough To give anyone a hernia. And yet: that is us. Because: Who sees genocide as an extension Of crossing the street … Continue reading Human nature deconstructed