The changing of the season, wintering is upon us. The natural slowdown of life, to know the moment before it is too late.
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 #1 in my book “All One”. Collaboration with an amazing artist, Nakamura Osamu.
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.