Dear beloved, I know you will never receive this.But - my heart is yearning to write thisThe bottle that I had sealed with your blue silk ribbon is starting to tear and my emotions that had been stored are starting to over fill.  I can't drown in this anymore.They say ‘Til death do us part’, but I have one question. Why did we part when I built you a home inside me? It is almost like I lived in...

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I really loved working on this entire Tarantino series that this was apart of. Mia Wallace will forever be an icon to me and i tried to exude that look in the painting but also add int the blood because it’s not a Tarantino without the blood!

Around mid January, I felt restless looking for ideas to letter. I letter something every day. It’s my creative discipline. I started this in 2010, stopped for a while, and picked it up again in 2015. Since then, I’ve been very faithful only missing a day here and there. It’s now a part of me. The problem is to pick content. Sometimes that decision takes longer than the act of lettering said co...

Tide pool. North Pacific. Gargle back      the brine.                              The tideline     shifts                   as sunstars                        taste their way       to water                  before they         calcify.Act. 2The minute marks the hourThe light hounds the dayIn a place we both rememberThrough an alleywayLined with sunlight  and  sandBehind a chapel filled with p...

faces of eternitywhere hearts have yet to openneedle tracing the grooves in thumbs like the crack of dawn or breaking into songyou will go on to be youyou were always going to become your best the one who recognizes and laughsthe lines that cannot separate you from yourselftears and laughterwhere do you differthe eyesthe skythe sun inside youi laugh because you are wisei laugh because you singi...

Some time ago, I started talking to this guy that I met at a function. He wasn’t from the area, and so we continued conversation and got to know one another from a distance. We texted every day, used Snapchat so we wouldn’t forget what the other looked like, and after a month of this, we leveled up to phone calls and Facetime. I remember the rush of relief I felt when I heard his voice again. ...

Mother,                    His father, too, was a sailor. On a ship as black as death but it never cast a shadow. He will sail after we are to be wed. Sister,                    I watch. He cuts. In steel: curves that swell with your breathing breast. I dare say he thinks your expanse is his to tame. Lover,                   You have held me in the rolling sea mist— through the fractures in the...