Scribbled Canvas

He sits across from me today, I saw his story last week as well, only from a safer distance. There is sadness in his eyes, an emptiness...

Did you hear the bullets cry a hatred heart 50 lives destroyed Did you hear the the nation roar senseless acts embed our core Did you...

I visit her often my mother of nearly 100 years who sits in timeless pause, absent of her surroundings. Dust accumulated furniture with...

The rain falls gently as night’s dampness gives birth to thirsty flowers in the park. Sleeping bodies lie upon dampened cardboard bed ...

Something sacred dwells here, its message speaks…… Hands that hold hearts, gentle be your grasp, light be your touch, full be your reach....

Life is often not what you think it is. People are often not who you think they are. How sad that so many pretend… I fail myself for I...

And so, there it lies, soaked in mud of angry heart and victim mind, spread like a blanket beneath feet that thrive on anything ugly. The...

To those I love that struggle with the crippling disease that wraps life in darkness, blinding and pushing away all the signs of love,...

Lives, moments, time,
 crashing and passing
 without notice,
 without pause.

 A montage of vagueness.
 shadows and light,
 faces,...