Originally posted on Rivers Renewed:
The loner can be so elegant, and bold, holding his or her distance as a strength a trophy of aloofness, never wavering until the wind becomes dangerous, and their sea walls begin the crumble. They look good though, poised strength only slightly shaken, they must know deep down, they were…
Daily Archives: April 17, 2016
Sitting at LACMA
We are never stuck in ourselves my feet planted on concrete connected to ambivalent sky as the trees sway to the rhythm of wind that played on my ancestors’ cheeks. June 13, 2015
Reaching Joy 