The Discerning Pacifist
“This is the sword of the Order. It has no patience for petty violence, no appetite for blood and flesh. The sword‘s purpose is to cut through oppression, to cleave the chains of the mind.”
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How Long I’ve Waited
“They told me I could come out when the sky turned red and the sun turned into the moon. Finally, I can move, I can open my eyes, and I can cross the threshold.”
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Unlikely Partners
We fight different demons
We carry the light differently
Different tools in our belts -
Choose the bridge
”Still crossing this bridge,” you think. But where do you think you’re going? And where, for that matter, do you think you’re coming from?
Look, there you are, with all those forces moving around you. You are stillness itself.
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Take Up No Space
Hey, I made a zine! This image is from one one of the spreads, and the whole thing is one single small poem broken up onto the facing pages.
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Three on the Path
I am wandering again. This may be why I’ve been slow to post sketches, which require a more deliberate momentum to continue drawing and scanning. I am doing my best to bring several preoccupations together into something larger. I am letting my aspiration lead me.
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Pierce (Inktober 2025-06)
Inktober day 6: A convergence of mishaps. Also, I am more than a week behind, and I am quite sure I won’t be catching up.
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Deer (Inktober 2025-05)
I am not here to serve any agenda at all, under the eye of anything. I am here as a creature of play, as purpose crafting itself in the current.
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Murky (Inktober 2025-04)
Do we succumb and offer ourselves as prey? Or do we become elusive and scarce, mean and jagged and toxic?
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Crown (Inktober 2025-03)
I never really decided whether this bird is an eagle, or a vulture. Either way, its contempt for the crown is absolute.
