February 5, 2026

perhaps we’re living on the edge

perhaps the space age is actually coming
and the future will be so much brighter
than this tragic darkness we’re currently enduring
and our art will be the stuff of legends
of how we got out from under
fascist strong arms
and authoritarian ties
and everything will turn out
alright
in the end

i’m hopeful
but not expectful
because i know how these “governments” work
and we are facing a long
long
long
long
long trek ahead
[even a flashy fast apocalypse
would be welcomed more
than this slow descending trend
towards the end]

but as much as i see each moment
as if it’ll be viewed in history
i do not have the foresight of the future
i cannot know exactly what direction we’re taking
until it’s already been
taken

so i’ll simply say this:

continue fighting
whether the end is in sight
or not — perhaps your words will inspire
the next artist
to write

and on and on we inspire
and write
and fight

until the light actually
comes blazing
through.

January 29, 2026

concept
for including more art in our rooms
and hiding the amount of
stuff
that just sits
on shelves
that we may or may not use
[but we definitely may have
some use for
at any given point]

hinged
framed
images

[paintings/printings/photos/mixed media/
anything we already have our hands on
sitting in storage
waiting for wall space we do not have —
it could all go up on our
bazillions of bookshelves
as long as the width is wide enough]

[and then we’ll have little doors
to the secret world of
craft supplies,
made of
art

how lovely!]

January 28, 2026

give me
a day
a semester
a scuba suit
a deep dive
an encounter with those aliens we call
octopus
[octopuses/octopi/octopodes
all are correct pluralisations
of this creature i’m mildly
absolutely
obsessed with]

i just want to see them
meet them
study them
understand them
observe them
have them
know
me

it’s a draw far stronger than anything in my life
has ever been
outside of an artistic endeavor

[but, hey, take a look at these magnificent beings
and tell me they aren’t, themselves,
art]

November 11, 2025

poetry
to keep non-poets away

that is not for me to say

i am here to help you see
the arts are always welcoming
you need only find the place that makes sense
in your own soul

everyone can poem
everyone can paint
everyone can act/sing/dance/make/
do
if you want to
if your drive is to express yourself

[it gets complicated when careers and livelihoods are at stake,
but art for art’s sake —
that is always for
every
one]

November 9, 2025

the everyday tasks
of being alive

[why is feeding one’s body so much more important
in our society
than feeding one’s soul?]

impart my own passions to me
and i’ll show you how cheap food can taste
when it is only for the nourishment
of keeping oneself alive

[i, along with every human deep down, wish more to

Thrive]

August 14, 2025

i think my lot in life
is to fight fascism with
art
humanity
and softness

i don’t know how much of an impact i can make

but i can make you think about the fact that i don’t consider
fascists
humans

and perhaps that’s enough to get our brains working on critical thinking once more

August 1, 2025

i often forget
that the sounds of the birds
can be my morning page music
and the crickets and wind and rain
can replace my podcasts

i no longer use perpetual sound
to block out my own inner voice

[that sounds like some kind of growth]

but i think i have now found myself using any auditory distractions
as literal distractions
from boredom

and i do wish i was more on board
being bored
for creativity’s sake