The clock turns to 6 am; rumbling tires roll down an empty autobahn. For a moment I forget I'm thousands of miles away from what I...

Who is she? That girl in the corner of the quiet restaurant...a little slice of Mexico in another part of the world. Is she waiting for...

I still cry sometimes... it's mostly on the sunny days... the quiet days... the days when your presence is missed most. I know my heart...

I sit alone in a hired car on my way to the train station in Amsterdam… The bustling city is completely still, The bike paths empty and...

As I walk back down the path I’ve walked for a year I’m not alone. I listen to the music fade behind me and the distant laughter. I feel...

The night comes quietly. The air is a heavy sweetness. The atmosphere is stagnant yet alive. Water clings to your skin, almost as if you...

Let the world flow in gentle quietness, nothing but the sound of pen on paper...slowly trying to determine destiny, searching for the...

Lately there has been a barrage of new faces dominating my workspace. So many bodies in motion; some only showing up long enough for me...

There’s a young girl. She sits by the window and watches the rain. The trees weep with delicate liquid crystals. Ants fight off atom...

I started the evening like almost every other. It had been a long day of a lot of nothingness and needed to unwind. I drew a bath and...