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.
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.
Nothing makes a better muse than love, in all its forms and fortunes. Thank you for being my muse for the past few months, you will be missed.