Heroic is the kind of art where pressure turns into likeable. Is so much more adventurous than fear. Never feels like it doesn’t belong. And sounds so great when read out loud. Weak, however, is the type of art that is deeper than what it seems.  Packed with…

There are spots in our gardens that sink from the weight of the word known as heroic. That touch the power of loneliness in being strong. Remember the uncertainty caused by weakness standing in the same room as bravery. Switch into smiles so as not to ruin…

Heroic is a particular word. The kind that doesn’t have to ask to be noticed. The perfect fit for a safety label. For the strength to vibrate deeply. To roll along the lines coloring happiness along the way. And it does until it doesn’t. Not because it wavers but…

Moments appearing that make sense and others that never will. The sound of knocking from what desires to speak to us. Certainty clasped tightly to the edges expressing limitations.  Turns out to be a heroic story nonetheless. Spaces with silence, loudness and…

The side we’ve come to know is the one whose instructions we have been letting. Giving the framework for the words that we affirm it with. The art that connects the rain. The shaking that we lean on. And the smallness that grips lonely. Not from some echoing moment…