We Artitsts, Dreamers, & Ingenues
And then hope leaped up into my heart and echoed down the ivory arching curvature of my ribs. Four small letters, like an ink map tethered softly along the bone. […]
And then hope leaped up into my heart and echoed down the ivory arching curvature of my ribs. Four small letters, like an ink map tethered softly along the bone. […]
In the hustle and bustle of December city life, how do we preserve our minds from energetic strife? One foot grounded in a concrete flow, while our larger Soul muscles […]
Surprising how glass shoes can carry you, down side streets, along concrete city sidewalks speckled with gum and paid meters, over brown wooden floors, up to orange rubber yoga mats […]
And so maybe this too, is grace. The dirty hair and baseball hat: black mesh, white pointelle fleur de lis. The bathing suit and grimy red flip flops, as homeless […]