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…
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…
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…
In September 2013, I had another really hard breakdown over my friend’s death. It lasted almost the entire month. I was also really struggling with health issues, etc. This poem…
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.…
