Thinking Inkly: Looking For You, Wherever You Are

It's difficult to sit down and just write anything. there are confines, rules, set regulations that come to the tips of the fingers when one deems it time to create. It's as if something immediately wedges itself between the keyboard and the brain. And what's between the keyboard and you? I can't quite say. Infinite … Continue reading Thinking Inkly: Looking For You, Wherever You Are


Smelling Smoke

Lost, somewhere among the crashing and burning of the forest, Far off from my apartment on Meadows but you can smell the smoke over the flowers and the clumps of long-stemmed grass. Far gone, lost to dreams and paintings, Summer burning away everything, Apollo too close to sage, an attempt to naturally pull more carbon … Continue reading Smelling Smoke

Ash (or “Shy Boy”)

I wish the words would spill out sand crashing from the oversized hourglass of my shattered mouth my teeth so many shards that I can't quite let you put your finger on; possible that it would or could pad the way from the cuts across my tongue words are sharp teeth and bits of rock, … Continue reading Ash (or “Shy Boy”)

What’s Beautiful

It's the comedown of it all. the after splash, falling back, air rushing out of faux down, feeling the thought rush in, remembering that sweat is a response to heat not a cause of it. That natural occurrences are sometimes all that are needed to peel our psyche away from the glass of existence and … Continue reading What’s Beautiful

The Pearl Against The Gloss

you do your make-up well you know? it’s hard to say exactly how or why I “know” that but there’s something that is artistic in the way that you have your face done up. it makes the flick of your eyes, the way I see them move across someone else’s face, studying endlessly the subtle … Continue reading The Pearl Against The Gloss