posca pens on paper 11.5 X 16.5 inches a million moonbeams couldn’t wash the pain housing these war-wracked...
posca pens on paper 8.3 X 11.7 inches those cobbled lanes, the gullies vanish into them- selves there; the streets walk, reverberate with the sighs of ghosts, of relentless...
acrylic on canvas and light comes through; waters rise, absolve these crimson rooftops mornings; tomorrow let’s plant our masts and call ourselves free...
have you watched shadows skitter in sunlight? or held them in your palms and set them free? have you wondered why they choose never to...
posca pens on paper 8.3 X 11.7 inches nothing’s real until the first drop of your sun speckles it, nothing’s mine anymore; I’ve held my forevers in the clasp of your hand, I’ve seen anthems rise in tendrils of gold from your eyes holding mine; and yes, I couldn’t tell...
