Pinnedthe wanderer returnsA mythic meditation on descent, transformation, and the path home to self.Mar 31Mar 31
PinnedBetween bravery and the undertowThey count me all as nothing as I sparkle in the sunlight washed up on the shore today and gone again at midnight kids they run and play on…Mar 17Mar 17
PinnedFear of ChangeThere seems to be a fear, I see — of changing what used to be. The past is the present’s most prized ideology, an artifact the moment…Mar 14Mar 14
a humble requestfrom the point where all energy comes, give light. let light pierce the skulls of distracted man shine on all the dark spots6d ago6d ago
Self PretendDaddy was a preacher’s son, and the preacher’s dad was one. I am the son of a coke dealer — then born again into his father’s profession.Apr 101Apr 101
Direct Flight30,000 feet children scream to be let off and the parents drink with enthusiasm — tiny bottles of liquor, white claws.Apr 10Apr 10
