• Poetry,  Writings

    Wisdom, Sometimes

    I want to swallow the world To know everything at my deepest core To intimately understand all To embrace omniscience To become Sophia …Sometimes Photo credit: Murdoch Campbell

  • Creativity,  Poetry

    Sounds of the Soul

    The sounds of the world are an untuned orchestra — a crying baby clashing with the hum of a bee’s wings. Just as crashing cymbals jar the soothing purr of an oboe. How does a crashing wave rhythmically coasting across the sand accompany the honks of a NYC cab? To the ear — the sounds of the world are a cacophony. To the soul — the sounds of the world are in harmony.   – Inspired by reading Lit by Mary Karr. *Featured image credit to cbmd on Flickr.

  • Poetry

    Playground Battles

    Innocence epitomized (long blonde hair and deep curious blue eyes) asked me the other day, “How do wars start?” I sighed, “Let me think.”

  • Poetry

    Self-Loathing

    * This poem comes with a disclaimer. It was written years ago when I was very angry at organized religion. imprinted by creeds of omniscient oracles knees and palms are pierced by gravel we beg for our penance

  • Poetry

    Art of Time

    hues of black and white splashed with colors bright, illustrate memories of a life haunted by joy and strife. brush strokes twist and bend tableus of life until its end. images unseen with outward eyes express the experience of human ties. but oils begin to melt as times fades each event ever felt. whispering thoughts of the past dissolve memories that cannot last. yet, each canvas shall remain awaiting —  another painting stain.