silver linings on the setting sun

on ice 3-6, procreate

on ice, part 2, procreate

on ice, procreate

remember me love, when I’m reborn, procreate

You were written in the stars that we are swimming in And it has no name, no guarantee It's just the promise of a day I know that some may never see But that's enough, if the bottom drops out I hope my love was someone else's solid ground

I was dreaming of the Liffey I was thinking of the Thames And now the East River flows by to the same end Are we too sentimental to not look back and stare?

“I am doomed,” and in the field  fell a sanguine rain

on the bank of the Hudson, craving wide ocean: the kind that devours entire stars in flaming shards scatters them to the horizon on this bone dry concrete island I wanted: to wade into sharp saltwater sting a coarse crystal redness is something like fire instead on the water: dull embers of a billion occupied windows

you beautiful anarchist, 11x14, acrylic on canvas.

I'm gonna be lazy when I write about you Even though it takes all my might

There’s no time to tread water-- if you are not climbing you are drowning, screams the midnight cacophony that will find a home behind your eardrums-- no time, no time, no time. Feet one step ahead of the sidewalk signal. Incessant footsteps drum out the war beat of the beast like an indomitable countdown.

a wrinkle in infinite, 11x14, acrylic on canvas.

if you tell the story of Orpheus remember it was Eurydice who was dragged halfway out of Hades  who was left behind  I wonder if anyone listened for her lament

Secrets hide in the mountaintops. 16 x 22 cm, pen on paper.   

(Salkantay Trail, Peru) 

at the edge of the world  every exhale is a voracious bellow laughs at concrete creation every inhale a slow lace caress shrugs off definition and i was creased jagged surrounded stripped down sanded smooth begun anew

(Kaloko-Honokohau National Park, Hawai’i)