Bad-Ass Pope
Por favor, nunca se avergüencen de sus tradiciones. “Never be ashamed of your traditions/roots.” That was one of Pope Francis’ messages [on immigration] today —… Read More »Bad-Ass Pope
I call them sketched feelings. Sometimes there are no feelings attached to it, but always an inspiration behind it. Go to my older blog to see my earlier ‘Story Of A Terrible Drawing’ illustrations here: SOATD
Por favor, nunca se avergüencen de sus tradiciones. “Never be ashamed of your traditions/roots.” That was one of Pope Francis’ messages [on immigration] today —… Read More »Bad-Ass Pope
I don’t understand weddings, but I understand love. Congratulations to all of you celebrating an engagement, wedding, or anniversary! May the spark never die. 🙂… Read More »An Ever After Moment
I only hated school twice in my life: the last year of high school and my last year(s) of college — both being absolute chronic… Read More »Memories of Back-to-School
Mystery creates wonder, and wonder is the basis of humankind’s desire to understand. I could take a picture of what I’m seeing on this beautiful… Read More »The Sky Up Above
“Are you grieving?” “No,” I quizzically said. “You only talk about sad things.” How to tell her that I’m a requiem; an airless breath, a… Read More »Misunderstood Sonnet
Walls. Sometimes, by locking everyone out, you get locked in. Walls so high it’s hard to breathe. Can’t be brought down that easily. It will… Read More »Brick by Brick
“Maybe it’s all part of a plan” … a plan that is also a mystery to all. Peace and…love, y’all!
When bedtime comes and you’re dead tired, but you still wish the night was young, and you sit in bed, like, WTF? Where did the… Read More »Bedtime Lament
Her nights are blue, but not just any blue; it is the darkest of all hues. By her bedside she keeps her booze, drowning her… Read More »Deep Blue Nights
If I had more alone time, I’d have more time to create more terrible doodles, to write more stories, more poetry, such as this short… Read More »If I Had More Alone Time
You’re like a catchy, old tune; I think I need another hook.
When you’ve got everyone’s back and your own remains in the open, remember that you’re like a weathered rock; broken, but still solid.