The Tides
Dear Lover, The water lines broke tonight. They froze. I know, to you, that concept is quite hard to realize considering… However, I hope you know what I mean. The loss of how I view my life is heavy, in
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Untitled Size: 48″ x 38″ Medium: Wood Panel Color: Ebony Polyurethane Series: The Wood Collection
FACES:What’s In A Name?
It all started when I was a boy, while loitering outside Mrs. John’s fifth grade class eager to get a glimpse of what my first crush, Paige, had made. In my mind I wasn’t an artist, she was… As time and
FACES:What’s In A Name?
It all started when I was a boy, while loitering outside Mrs. John’s fifth grade class eager to get a glimpse of what my first crush, Paige, had made. In my mind I wasn’t an artist, she was… As time and
Police Brutality
Dear Friends, As much as it pains me to write these words, I shall… Before yesterday, I never really understood the fear of police some people have in our country. Friday October 31st, at 3:00 PM PST I was falsely arrested
Police Brutality
Dear Friends, As much as it pains me to write these words, I shall… Before yesterday, I never really understood the fear of police some people have in our country. Friday October 31st, at 3:00 PM PST I was falsely arrested
An Intergalactic Sunday Morning
Dear Lover, The scent of your hair and the fragrance of flowers is still new born within my nose. The tender touch of your lips resides where you had kissed mine, alongside the remembrance of your embrace. The rows of
An Intergalactic Sunday Morning
Dear Lover, The scent of your hair and the fragrance of flowers is still new born within my nose. The tender touch of your lips resides where you had kissed mine, alongside the remembrance of your embrace. The rows of
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Dear Lover, There was this moment that I knew, LA might not be so superficial. So dirty. So whatever. And then there you were, a sign of god, an angel? Either way you made my dreams. I hear Jack Kerouac
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Dear Lover, There was this moment that I knew, LA might not be so superficial. So dirty. So whatever. And then there you were, a sign of god, an angel? Either way you made my dreams. I hear Jack Kerouac
Several Firsts
Dearest Friend, These things; the ocean seems to stir itself, more so than when the moon draws upon it, when you’re present. Your words fall upon my ears like dew over a dry meadow. The scent of your intelligence smells
Several Firsts
Dearest Friend, These things; the ocean seems to stir itself, more so than when the moon draws upon it, when you’re present. Your words fall upon my ears like dew over a dry meadow. The scent of your intelligence smells
