The modern artist forces us to look upon the truths of our world: the inanity of a baked bean tin, or the futility of trash. In recent history, the artist sought to portray forever-truths: love, death, desire, nature, the innocence of childhood… I wonder: What…

Climbing and leaping Like a mountain goat Leaping in joy over distant stones Climbing and falling Falling and climbing Alone, yet with Joyful heart Trusting my “hooves” Right on spot Who is afraid of Falling anyways ? Falling down On a stony ground Dignified death…

A sand less shore Diesel vapour blowing from the stack Entering my nostrils and making me sick So far away So far away My love My hope So far away A crescent night sky Shadows cast from moonlight I see into the darkness But nothing…

Words I don’t say: Help/Gift/Wish/Happy Help-the word that means you can’t do something on your own. And maybe so. Gift-things that presented to get out of trouble when you do something wrong Wish-Something that you hope will happen by coincidence.  It never does Happy-That bubbly…

the worst of her is in jars she calls collecting them a hobby she learned her scales before exactly how to talk the music and her laughter, while her father held the latern, all the way through cancer one hand on a piano and the…

what were you looking for that day i saw you in the crowd? were you feeling a little lost? i only saw the frown. were you running from the madness? out only for a breath of air? it looked like you were sad when i…

We all are different Still united We do the same Still divided The affection we feel Times we deal The distance is far Still we are connected World is round Magic is known This land made by us Is what we own..

Don’t worry so much. You’re smart and you’re beautiful. You are.   Don’t work so much. You’ll have enough to live. You will.   Don’t eat so much. It won’t fill that emptiness you feel. It won’t.   Trust your instincts. That quiet, still voice…

I once knew a man named “Anybody” He was always hanging around. Homeless, and weak with exhaustion, “Anybody” barely made a sound. His shoes were filled with holes, Laces shredded by age. Feet blistered from “Anybody’s” travels, “Anybody” hadn’t slept in days. Putrid aroma, lingered…

All I want to do is make love with my eyes, to the pages of dictionaries. Cum off of words with newfound meanings. Slowly rise and climb climaxes as I lick the tip of my finger to turn the page. The world stops spinning, I’m…