Category Archives: art

Because of a Mustard Stain

I missed you the most when I put on your plaid denim shirt looked in the mirror and saw a mustard stain in the reflection It made me think of hot summer days and eating hot dogs Visions of you

Because of a Mustard Stain

I missed you the most when I put on your plaid denim shirt looked in the mirror and saw a mustard stain in the reflection It made me think of hot summer days and eating hot dogs Visions of you

Wait no more

I have waited for the day where my words are not of you where these letters stop outlining your ribcage, your collarbones, your side swept smile, your freckled eye, your calloused finger tips, your curved spine when you lean off

Wait no more

I have waited for the day where my words are not of you where these letters stop outlining your ribcage, your collarbones, your side swept smile, your freckled eye, your calloused finger tips, your curved spine when you lean off

ripple effect

Why do the sounds make their own emotions, ripple effect and creeping notions? Who gave them personality, and riddled these notes with sorrow, sadness, and grieving Who took the noise and made it into song, my voice stands unclean in

ripple effect

Why do the sounds make their own emotions, ripple effect and creeping notions? Who gave them personality, and riddled these notes with sorrow, sadness, and grieving Who took the noise and made it into song, my voice stands unclean in

Great

I once wanted to be great, and here I am in this position to decide for myself and breathe on my own and pick up my arms like bags of skin and bones I once wanted to be free and

Great

I once wanted to be great, and here I am in this position to decide for myself and breathe on my own and pick up my arms like bags of skin and bones I once wanted to be free and

should I gather

guess I should gather my thoughts should I gather up anything at all we’ve all been told too many things, that aren’t valid or of meaning take everything: silk garments and empty cans leave nothing canvas striped green and in

should I gather

guess I should gather my thoughts should I gather up anything at all we’ve all been told too many things, that aren’t valid or of meaning take everything: silk garments and empty cans leave nothing canvas striped green and in

san francisco: days four and five

wednesday: (I’d ruined my “secret return” to san francisco) I don’t have much time so these words will be quick, a bus ride to broadway street to visit the beat museum and a thank you to the man there who

san francisco: days four and five

wednesday: (I’d ruined my “secret return” to san francisco) I don’t have much time so these words will be quick, a bus ride to broadway street to visit the beat museum and a thank you to the man there who

projection

image: digital photography with a physical projection on the model, katelyn rebelo.   what’s inside of me? a whole world to see and we’ll joke about all of the places, we’d rather be what’s inside of me? a student will

projection

image: digital photography with a physical projection on the model, katelyn rebelo.   what’s inside of me? a whole world to see and we’ll joke about all of the places, we’d rather be what’s inside of me? a student will

lately…

I have found myself in a lot of exciting situations. I normally don’t address an audience in my blog but this time I’d like to document a couple of things I’ve been a part of… Bittersweet Zine, Winter 2013 Issue!

lately…

I have found myself in a lot of exciting situations. I normally don’t address an audience in my blog but this time I’d like to document a couple of things I’ve been a part of… Bittersweet Zine, Winter 2013 Issue!

raw feet

oddly numb behind my aspirations tonight oddly terrified of the upcoming weeks of christmas time and lights and these things that used to be so sweet greatly involved in my own mind in my heart i can see your smile

raw feet

oddly numb behind my aspirations tonight oddly terrified of the upcoming weeks of christmas time and lights and these things that used to be so sweet greatly involved in my own mind in my heart i can see your smile

LOUD

this is loud,meant to be spoken, like this: SHOUT this is a to do list, written in ambiguous form centered by my obsessive passionate, altogether lunatic desires! SHOUT this is to be crafted by my own hands and lips and

LOUD

this is loud,meant to be spoken, like this: SHOUT this is a to do list, written in ambiguous form centered by my obsessive passionate, altogether lunatic desires! SHOUT this is to be crafted by my own hands and lips and

a thousand times

a short stop motion with a spontaneous recording layered onto it. consists of about 98 frames repeated 5 times to enhance the meaning of the song, “say I love you a thousand times.”

a thousand times

a short stop motion with a spontaneous recording layered onto it. consists of about 98 frames repeated 5 times to enhance the meaning of the song, “say I love you a thousand times.”

falling people

unintentionally adjourned my own sorrow, dove into a tragedy that could never be forgotten, not today nor tomorrow and it was covered in smoke and billowing clouds dressed up in people, the colors of ours i did not mean to

falling people

unintentionally adjourned my own sorrow, dove into a tragedy that could never be forgotten, not today nor tomorrow and it was covered in smoke and billowing clouds dressed up in people, the colors of ours i did not mean to

honest

I have let myself become consumed by this bed swallowed whole and looking at photographs honest, I wish I had taken them myself I crave images and noise like a hunger five years ago from today, I fell into a

honest

I have let myself become consumed by this bed swallowed whole and looking at photographs honest, I wish I had taken them myself I crave images and noise like a hunger five years ago from today, I fell into a

Middleburg

<p><a href=”http://vimeo.com/50799935″>middleburg</a&gt; from <a href=”http://vimeo.com/user12739646″>lissy tropea</a> on <a href=”http://vimeo.com”>Vimeo</a&gt;.</p> a quick stop-motion film I made. Layered one of my poems “Confinement” onto it, along with Karen O & The Kid’s “The Food is Still Hot”.

Middleburg

<p><a href=”http://vimeo.com/50799935″>middleburg</a&gt; from <a href=”http://vimeo.com/user12739646″>lissy tropea</a> on <a href=”http://vimeo.com”>Vimeo</a&gt;.</p> a quick stop-motion film I made. Layered one of my poems “Confinement” onto it, along with Karen O & The Kid’s “The Food is Still Hot”.

child

in the face of a child i find myself helpless confronted by innocence, and she shows me how tainted i have let me life become tainted by selfishness and anxiety by heartbreak and relationship, i find myself complex and irritated

child

in the face of a child i find myself helpless confronted by innocence, and she shows me how tainted i have let me life become tainted by selfishness and anxiety by heartbreak and relationship, i find myself complex and irritated

BITTERSWEET BENEFIT

Come out to Chez Billy (3815 Georgia Ave. NW. Washington, DC. 20011) this friday, October 12th, to take a stand against child-sex trafficking in DC! From 7:30-10 we will gather to support organizations working against sex trafficking. Get a free

BITTERSWEET BENEFIT

Come out to Chez Billy (3815 Georgia Ave. NW. Washington, DC. 20011) this friday, October 12th, to take a stand against child-sex trafficking in DC! From 7:30-10 we will gather to support organizations working against sex trafficking. Get a free

confinement

everything within me wants to claim its independence independent guilt, independent belief, independent love and anger everything within me wants to spill out onto this carpeted floor wants to let go of hope and faith and all things good everything

confinement

everything within me wants to claim its independence independent guilt, independent belief, independent love and anger everything within me wants to spill out onto this carpeted floor wants to let go of hope and faith and all things good everything