As the flower petals fall I can see her reflection Amber curves make their way down to green pools Seas lost in torrents, sirens at bay...

It doesn’t happen often, but I sometimes get texts that make me angry. But it is not as if my friends and family are calling me names and...

For the past several days it has taken me around an hour of staring at a blank screen, fiddling with the guitar, checking Facebook, and...

Red and delicious Dessert for a hard day’s work More than just a king

As the night falls How the bed calls The crickets are singing The alarm is dinging Behind these dark walls The night is chilly I know it...

When I catch myself thinking too much about the rights and wrongs, the different paths, the subtle nuances of karma, I have to remind...

All the thoughts that I’ve thought Are only plateaus underneath these thoughts I thought I knew what I thought Turns out, guess not The...

When I grow up I want to be a dead tree Grey and dry and lacking bark I want to be evidence Proof that my branches once grew And my...

Mathematics in nature The nature of mathematics Fractal beauty Flows in spinal ovals The complexity in the simple How simple is the...

There’s not much too it really. It will take practice and you won’t always succeed. But the plus side of catching flies is that you can...

I’m sick. I feel like poop. There’s something wrong with that sushi. Must have caught a bug. I haven’t left the bathroom all morning. I’m...

Have we’ve been here before The interaction of screens Have I typed these words and thought these thoughts Stared at a white canvas and...

As the flame melts the candle wax Is it aware of its inevitable nonexistence For the candle and the flame Reliant on each other to live...

This post is a direct reference to Pink Floyd’s album, The Wall. In it, the bricks are a metaphor for the emotional blockage we build up...

For a couple of weeks now, my name has been on a piece of paper that says that I am responsible for everything inside of a thousand...

Just because I would do something does not make it the right thing to do.

Decorative memories lay Carved smooth from the waves Evidence of shore

Here’s a quick thought: Colors convey feelings to people either inherently or through experience. Each culture may have a different...

As a pebble drops, Sinking to the bottom of the lake for all time Its waves are carried to every shore

I think about life as a metaphor of a river. There is always a flow and it’s nearly impossible to paddle backward. We ride the raft we...

One day I picked up a shovel and I started digging. I dug all day and into the night. The next day I continued my pursuit: somewhere...

In a life filled with thousand-piece puzzles, it is hard to find every piece when you’re looking for it. That empty gap is always in the...

When I think about how everything changes Literally Constantly The reality of life is change Moment to moment We are all flowing down the...

Some days Some waves Some ways to ride the tide Some streets Some treats Some beats to flow and vibe All I want is a little bit of peace...