Art

Wild-Hearted Song – A Poem on Grief, Suffering, and Strength World, you have tried to beat me down. But my heart is a drum, and every time you pound it…

For the past month, I’ve been rehearsing a performance piece of one of my most popular poems–“I Will Be Me”, a poem about self image. I’m very proud to release it live to you today.

Creativity means death, for only true art can find breath after killing one’s own agenda and propoganda. The only way to create true art is to give one’s heart entirely…

these are my people the soul-sifters and heart-seekers the wound-healers and light-bringers the love-binders the ones laughing like a child and pondering like a sage the ones redefining reality creating…

I tell stories about you, my friend. “I once had a friend who ____”, or “a friend once said___”, or “once a friend and I _____”. Every time I say…

Let love be the gravity that pulls the chaos into order. Let love be the light giving sight to the entire system. Let love be the rootedness that binds our lives together.…

What is art but the unseen prophetic truths of the soul incarnated in some tangible way? What is art if it doesn’t stir the heart to accountability and action and…

You are born with a wound of darkness inside. It isn’t everything. It doesn’t blot out the light. But it will fester as life throws its hate at you, and…

Once upon a time, there was a girl who was locked in a tower, waiting for her prince to come save her. She waited years and years and years, and…

the world is so dark today the blackness in people’s hearts seems to blot out even the sun how can we all go on living apathetically when so many are hurting…