This goes out to anyone struggling to make art lately. Just make it at all and you'll thank yourself. Write or make art out of your toes...

Yesterday I sat on my porch, laughing a little too loud. My cat caught me slipping onto a lucid cloud. And when my feet were cold, and my...

Surrender to feeling to the silence and the sound and the space in between See all that can be seen and felt and melt Melt to the...

Life is and does! It can't always be helped. Days will happen, feelings will be felt. So much as we find our ways back and find some...

yet another music thingy! Why not, right? I hope you guys enjoy this too. I may upload singing stuff too, but I'll admit -- that idea...

Here is a song I wrote a couple weeks ago. I am putting the original demo and the most recent demo side by side for anyone who wants to...

i started making music recently, and thought this is as much of a venue as any other. i appreciate any thoughts, tips, and enjoyments...

The thinker Alan Watts suggests that if every human perception is physically a wave, whether a brain wave conveying touch or a wave of...

I meet them in their plastic wrap Doubly protected By their forced synthetic skin That pretends to be the real shell’s twin The fake shit...

I wrote this amidst what felt like a Heart of Darkness style journey. I had to take a long break for myself and from the world for a...

One Thursday afternoon my writing teacher gave my class comrades and I ten minutes to write about our first crush. Go. I’m sure many of...

It’s never been about touch. especially now- when it can not be. It is not about feeling more than feeling, simply because we cannot....

Going to sleep I place a fingertip to my eyelid. I lightly graze the delicate layer of skin trying to stop the vibration that keeps me...

Behind animals, and in front of some. It was the ceremony of attaining The heated fluid That we would all quickly drink, Derived from a...

(This is excerpted from my yet-to-be-published book, things i (probably) wrote in caffe aroma.) *** In the house I grew up in, books and...

A damaged skin entraps the moon Milk spins ‘round the black of his eyes In the glow of the fog, in the daytime the seconds become...

Before we bloom and fill up this room, and crowd it with ladybugs, beetles, and ivy I want to reverse and grow back to roots I want to...

Today was a rough day, so I felt like I had to write this. I want everyone here to know that we sometimes need to be easier on ourselves...

I can’t stop thinking about the blind traveler without a dream wandering in a cold state of solitude constantly walking and perpetually...