I feel like I should note that I have a younger sister, but calling a poem "Brothers and Sister," or "Siblings," really doesn't have the same effect to it.

I spent some time trying to make this one a photography mashup, but for various reasons I just couldn't find it working. Anyway, I still think it's a piece worth sharing.

Imagine what we're capable of imagining.

The more things change, the more they stay the same.

Thoughts on the creative process and the insecurity that haunts it.

Just a bit of dystopian fiction.

Contemplations on the darker side of hope...

Watch me relive my childhood!

A little piece on the nature of truth.