spirituality

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…

Sit down, sit still. Close your eyes. And listen. Do you hear the whispers of the wind among the trees? A bird playing games with the neighborhood cat? The slow…

Fight for Your Heart When the world crushes you with dream-killing deceit, ripping back the curtains of reality to show you the trickster lurking in shadows promising happiness and home…

Broken & Unbroken There is always a moment when I feel broken and everyone else feels whole. I often wonder, Am I the only one? The only one wrestling, the…

  Owning Our Scars we walk into the world unblemished, but we soon find that the world lashes out. not a life passes in which a cut is not felt–…

Dry I am shriveling. Drip, drip, drip. There used to be a river of water coursing through my veins. Where did it go? I am not even thirsty. I walk…

Note: See an updated version of this poem, along with a video performance, here. Growing up, I used to have this image. An image society placed in my mind, which grew…

When We Were Young When we were young, We swung on swings and kicked our feet out into the stars. We simply jumped, jumped out into the deep blue of…

  I Feel Bleak I feel bleak. Bleak like a naked branch in the middle of winter’s frost. So bare, so dead-looking, in the middle of night’s coldness. I wonder.…