It’s a new dawn, a fresh start. Why am I alive? What is truly important? I struggle with my creative spirit which beckons me to express my haunting fear, my disappointment, and yes – my hope. The fear of rejection,…
Category: Thoughts Out Of Season
The smell of spring…
The smell of spring falls fresh from the morning fog, as angelic laughter rises from treetop perchings. Their morning song calls forth the day!
Undomesticated Spirits
I want to sit here in the now, in the Sun, in the air, in this eternal now. Flags of cultural icons crackle in the breeze. Could it be true? That this day will never end? I want to sit…
Solemn Confessional Chambers
While High Priests preform Holy rituals in solemn confessional chambers, junkies prepare their next jab behind bathroom stall doors. Immaculate salvation flows in their blood like religious fervor through a Baptist church. I’ll take three Hail Marys and a jab of…
I love flowers…
Anda brought me flowers! I love flowers. Someday, all the world will be filled with rolling fields of flowers…
5:35 AM… Holy is the Day!
5:35 AM… Holy is the Day! Holy is the Sky, Holy is my Earth, Holy is my City! Holy are the words that flow so deep and true, and Holy is the moonlight which comes a peeking through. Holy is…
On the legalization of Heroin and Other Hard Drugs
On the legalization of Heroin and Other Hard Drugs Chicago is currently suffering through a horrific Heroin crisis. For the past six months I’ve been working on a documentary photo project which focuses on Heroin addiction. During this time, I…
Euphoria’s holy comfort
Benjamin, October 2013 – I ran into Ben today. He was up to his usual simple life – score, inject, score, inject, score… The junkie life is relatively simple, yet extremely difficult. Blood rolls through syringe’s chamber wall like dark…