RISE is my first collection of poetry and photography.  It chronicles my recent experiences with love, loss, spirituality, living one's truth, and finding a way to triumph over those who try to pull you down.  Below is a brief glimpse into the project.  To buy the book, please do so from amazon here: http://a.co/1LLXxyF.

Currently working on, When Satellites Collide, the second book in this series...

this work– is it not worship?  this world– is it not my temple? 

this work– is it not worship?  this world– is it not my temple? 

“kiss me,” said the sky. 

go on. gaze into the eyes of another. do you not see yourself reflected back in them? 

go on. gaze into the eyes of another. do you not see yourself reflected back in them? 

there is freedom in the loneliness. there is adventure, too. no one has yet charted the course for you to find yourself back to you. 

there is freedom in the loneliness. there is adventure, too. no one has yet charted the course for you to find yourself back to you. 

whether we walk, crawl, slither, swim or fly... we are one, by breath and by blood, in our desire to live and in our fear to die. 

whether we walk, crawl, slither, swim or fly... we are one, by breath and by blood, in our desire to live and in our fear to die. 

to grow its royal crown, without thinking itself too triumphant for its throne.  that is the task that lays before the seed. 

to grow its royal crown, without thinking itself too triumphant for its throne.  that is the task that lays before the seed. 

i wish i knew you when your wave crashed upon the shore, so i could be the drift of sand that you secured into the sea evermore. 

i wish i knew you when your wave crashed upon the shore, so i could be the drift of sand that you secured into the sea evermore. 

i elevate the frequency, eclipsing the flame, to the lotus of a thousand petals and i see you in every chasm of black behind the curtain of my eyes.

i elevate the frequency, eclipsing the flame, to the lotus of a thousand petals and i see you in every chasm of black behind the curtain of my eyes.

we pass through this life like the wind. always coming. forever going. never here, but everywhere. there is no adieu for the air.

we pass through this life like the wind. always coming. forever going. never here, but everywhere. there is no adieu for the air.

shoulder to shoulder, with their lattice of fingers laced like a tether and their eyes affixed toward the planetary figure, they knew the distance was not to dread but to discover because no matter what destiny had to offer, they would eternally journey in this world together...

shoulder to shoulder, with their lattice of fingers laced like a tether and their eyes affixed toward the planetary figure, they knew the distance was not to dread but to discover because no matter what destiny had to offer, they would eternally journey in this world together...

you once spoke to me with a touch. it was the beautiful silence i ever heard.

you once spoke to me with a touch. it was the beautiful silence i ever heard.

the weak speak much but say nothing at all, boast no advance above their attempt to trip your fall. the wise rise forever further from the ground, softly leaving fools behind where the forgotten are never found.

the weak speak much but say nothing at all, boast no advance above their attempt to trip your fall. the wise rise forever further from the ground, softly leaving fools behind where the forgotten are never found.