Monthly Archives: February 2019

I know you are sleeping now, gathering rest for the spring to come. You’ll arrive in this veritable explosion of life, though we won’t know where you came from. Your resting spots are hidden by design from the humans as … Continue reading →

It is easier to pull a rabbit out of a hat than to put a bad habit back into the vat. . . . . . #photography #instapics #photographersofig #pictures #artistic #creative #creation #writersofig #writerswrite #writersofinstagram #writinglife #wordgasm #words #selfpublishing … Continue reading →

I will use everything within and what I find in the world around me, in order to express the innermost workings of my story. And know when the surrounding world confounds me, I rest in it doing so with the … Continue reading →

Believe your own story is not yet over. Believe you have the power to change the narrative incrementally and drastically. Believe in the power of a good pizza to change lives including your own. . . . . . #photography … Continue reading →

Thank you for reading my creative release. Happy Friday! May your day be safe, happy, and purposeful. . . . . . #photography #instapics #photographersofig #pictures #artistic #creative #creation #writersofig #writerswrite #writersofinstagram #writinglife #wordgasm #words #selfpublishing #sidewayseightprojects #poet #poets #poem … Continue reading →

I see your likeness in my wandering, I can still feel your hand in mine. For me there is no fonder thing than taking in a slice of the divine. Yet the wandering continues searching for new slices, to be … Continue reading →

The markers and remembrances may just save a life one day. . . . . . #photography #instapics #photographersofig #pictures #artistic #creative #creation #writersofig #writerswrite #writersofinstagram #writinglife #wordgasm #words #selfpublishing #sidewayseightprojects #poet #poets #poem #poems #poetry #poetsofinstagram #poetsofig #poetrycommunity #poetryisnotdead … Continue reading →

As we deny our authentic selves for profit and perceived prestige, let us remember that we were born wild and ravenous. Our legs were meant to gallop through thorns and thistles but traipse through the crowd gathered in the manmade … Continue reading →