Say a prayer for every animal finding their resting place on a concrete grave. Constant casualties of a faster age.
Poem conspired in a forest, the only place that makes sense.
Hello world. Here in Japan we’ve had the reality of the coronavirus for months now. Life goes on. Hang in there.
Self-reflection on self-love. Who am I?
The ever rising and falling tide of pleasure. It is never far off and it is never here.
Poem #2 in “All One”.
Poem #3 in “All One”. For all the indecisive ones out there, we will be fine.
Spending Thanksgiving away from Canada brings a whole new meaning to the holiday. When you realize that giving thanks is not about the traditions you have but the traditions you make.
Have you ever been so happy, only to be filled with a melancholy for fear this happiness is the happiest you will ever be?
The ghosts in Japan are many, their spirits trail you when you least expect it. Their songs tickle your ears, just when you think you are alone.