Writings on Life, War, and Exploration


Culling grey skies of winter sets a chilling warmth; Soft as a silk handkerchief against the skin, I feel the vibrations of the cunning solstice, Nothing…


Clustered in her independence, Her rocky edges holds the artist’s heart, A sea of change in her Gaudi atmosphere, Small bites along her back, Charms the…


I thought this would be an allegory, But I became distracted, The Sagrada stole my gaze; I suppose that’s the nature of God.