the following poem was written as the text for a commission for the Webster University ChordLoks:

hello?
is there anyone out there?
am i alone?
hello? hello? hello?
am i alone?
i’ve had a rough couple of months. i’m so tired all the time. all i can do is eat and stare at the t.v. i try so hard to pull myself up but i always slide back down.
am i alone?
i have dreams and plans and friends, but i just can’t stop feeling like i’m always letting them down. i’m afraid it could all fall apart at any moment.
am i alone?
i don’t think so.
i don’t think i’m alone.

art is a refuge, a peace, a softness.