Rigor Mortis

Rigor Mortis

Haunting and whimsical the drooping state of rigor mortis has stolen the nectar from my flowers; leaving the bouquet in a state of prolonging misery. The numbing bite of melancholy; a poignant reminder of my idle neglect; A mature endeavor collapsed by mutual disrespect. Like a photo I hold dear, I will cherish the times where we were [...]

[Love]

[Love]

[Love] is undefined yet also lucid; a tragic fire that burns yet a calm salve that soothes. Buried with these feelings, this “thing” called [love], many will succumb, drown while I resuface, come up for air as it finally takes hold. We attempt to define [love] but living things can never be so dreadfully singular. [...]

The Open Sky

The Open Sky

I wish I could capture the wild beauty of the open sky with pastels and paint. My mind a bare canvas hungry for the wispy mists of dawn, the unapologetic beaming rays of midday, the fluttering skirts of dusk: indigo, red, the faint traces of pink , and the still, cruelty of night. My obsession [...]