by Monk Anchorwind | 5 Mar, 2018 | VA |
(Alone 518) Tribunal Digital Art Gold Medal Winner America is Greater than the Sum of its Parts America is greater than the sum of its parts. At times, this can be difficult to see, as everywhere we turn we are consistently reminded of our imperfections. ...
by Monk Anchorwind | 19 Feb, 2018 | Mental Scraps |
the victims of violence will no longer be silent home, in this era of terror we take care of our seeds we provide for their needs but money is worth more than lives children’s deaths yield mother’s tears while you profit from the fears go,...
by Monk Anchorwind | 17 Feb, 2018 | Observational |
In the buildup to getting to go see the Marvel Black Panther movie, I was exposed to individuals proclaiming ‘No Real Americans’ are going to watch that movie. It was a sad reminder for me that dog-whistle phrase is still alive and well in 2018. It is...
by Monk Anchorwind | 6 Feb, 2018 | Observational |
As I sit here, during Black History Month, shortly after Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.’s birthday, it’s hard not to reflect upon what’s going on around me. It been a common thought that the veteran community is one cohesive entity: shared goals, ...
by Monk Anchorwind | 21 Jan, 2018 | Observational |
My Generation does not exist in ideal times; it never has. For most of our lives, we’ve been in some sort of conflict: The Post-9/11 conflicts are still raging strong and that was half a life ago or more, but the anti-intellectualism and economic conflicts...
by Monk Anchorwind | 16 Jan, 2018 | Inspirational |
America is greater than the sum of its parts. At times, this can be difficult to see, as everywhere we turn we are consistently reminded of our imperfections. Sometimes it is easy to get lost in those striving to restrain the progress of our already-great...
by Monk Anchorwind | 22 Feb, 2017 | VA |
angel of mercy please visit me i beckon, i plead i pray down on my knees i yearn and i cry from tears my eyes burn i’ve given unto others but now it’s my turn Angel of Mercy (VA Print Version) 2017...
by Monk Anchorwind | 15 Feb, 2016 | VA |
13. Digital Art 8. Poetry – Other ‘Withered’ in your time of need I planted my seed I grew strong and high then withered and died sadness surrounds I persevere this lonely pain from what I hold dear too much is obscured from all other stuff...
by Monk Anchorwind | 12 Nov, 2015 | Introspective
I had a dream. I had a dream and that dream gave me a home. That home gave me a purpose. That purpose gave me goals. Those goals gave me ambition. That ambition gave me energy. All that energy gave me hope. At the heart of hope was a dream and when we held that...
by Monk Anchorwind | 28 Jun, 2014 | Introspective
Keep the little things little Keep the little things little. How often is that the moral of the story? Too often. It’s likely the lesson I most clearly forget when things begin to spiral into unhealthy territories, both high and low. Keep the little things...