Nation
Reflections on communism, inspired by the water colour of a Korean artist/friend/soldier that I crossed paths with in the wise city of Sofia, Bulgaria.
Category: In Reflection
A Word For Bad Weather
Silent things are not for conquering
II. Passing Tracks
Premise: we are thriving off the lives that criss-cross around us, leaving paper trails.
Sea Salt
Sense is the seeing, believing, the touching, tasting, the being
Green Hips
The slopes that rise and fall With our breath between them Are a sihloutte of green hips On the horizon: Suspended across the skies In an effortless sprawl, They are wild thighs To the wondering mind As a pen is to paper The incarnation of daydreams.
Salt Tongue
We pepper our words for the common feast
Stems // Skylines
Matter born of mind is never strictly unnatural
