The Joy & Pressure of Nothing

The empty space is an invitation. I’m asked to fill it in with gratitude. I’m solicited to maintain a certain quality within this space. I’m reminded by a million media streams, social feeds, and academic discourses to shape  (and un-shape) thoughts there. Somehow my academic, professional, musical, and introspective lives are running parallel. I’m floating … More The Joy & Pressure of Nothing

Intellectual Copyright of Ascended Masters

In that regard, we tip-toe through an infinite collection of past prose. We barely scratch the surface of the myriad splintering thoughts available to us in the mammoth collection of mans’ thoughts over eons. … More Intellectual Copyright of Ascended Masters

The Museum

Glass doors divide and partition untamed unruly poisonous ivies from clean and gentle hands, cooled skin of patriots touring the shores of abstract feminists self-expressionists post-oxygenists … Slotted floors coming up beneath the foot to cry and creak, wooden planks unbuttoning their shirts to breathe and move freely under the pressure of each purposeful, steel … More The Museum