Herein lies the recording of a life. A memorial to moments, sprinkled across eternity. Broadcast from a twinkle in god's eye. These symbols will never capture the beauty. Nor will they encapsulate the pain. But they will be written just the same. You may find yourself here, perhaps between the lines. I hear we are all the same, when traced across time.

Giving Thanks

November 27th, 2014 | Poem

if you waited for today
to give thanks
you missed it (Read More)

First Hand

November 26th, 2014 | Narrative

As I walked away from the protest carrying a Black Life Matters sign, I crossed the street in front of two police cruisers. On the other side of the intersection a black couple was crossing theā€¦ (Read More)