Exploring personal development and creativity.
My nuclear family is Boron, atomic number: 5, and if you count our dog we are Carbon, you see, we are protons that are alive. We are held in balance along with our electron’s negative energy, and I think that our common vibe is net neutrality. But sometimes we are free radicals bound to ourselves and other family units, like grandparents, aunties, uncles, and friends that makes us all congruent.
Read more… “Nuclear Family B/C”
When I was younger my mother would wonder what I wanted to be when I’m older. As far as I could see we were critical mass waste factories, so without hesitation, I told her. I wanted to be a garbage collector so that I could explore how other people lived, and to be an extension of our neighbor’s ejection of trash was, to me, intimate and productive. And as I tried to explain how cool the trucks were to my brain, she laughed out loud and proclaimed… something about something that I can’t quite remember, while the memory of her laughter remained.
Read more… “Critical Mass” 
The burden of the creative is not to be persuasive, and yet to be convincing through our insights from existing. Celebrated or debated, poetry to me is molding diamonds freely, and until the verse is pondered, it is free to roam and wander, to breathe, to evolve, to be the problem that only it can solve.
Read more… “Being Creative”