Heartland musings

There’s magic in the air. Fragrance mists from the teacup surround me as I slip into day dreaming delicacy. I’m dapper as ever, dressed in fears and fantasies; I have friends when I look back and see. Sip by sip, I gulp down my hopes; I open my eyes and it’s a slippery slope. I…

Food and hopes and shit

Mayonnaise drips from the bite and slides down my chin. Something is wrong but first lemme swallow this; I sniff the shawarma and it smells a little better than shit. “Did this chicken die last year? Why does it smell like a rotten carcass? And taste like one?” I never ate a rotten carcass before,…

Art is the language of the unspoken; art is the path to the lost; art is shelter to the homeless and wandering; art, is the voice to the mute. Art is what you think, art is what you can imagine, art is what you see, art is what you make and destroy. In every ticking…