I wrote this narrative poem and filmed this while walking downtown after the Broncos game. It felt like the entire city was on a date.
It had me thinking about my dating life recently. And how it feels so unsure and all of these people on dates were so infatuated with each other. Feeling left out.
I was in a car accident last week, I’m fine now (minus the concussion & bruised ribs), and it really got me thinking about really random areas in life. One of them was WHO would be my “Emergency Contact” of things were to happen again. I didn’t have an answer…so wrote this on the train from work today. Made this voiceover video and added Sigur Ros as the soundtrack.
It’s crazy how nostalgia and memories can just instantly transport you to a time. It happened to me last week when the furnace at work was popping on for the very first time this fall. I shot a video of the autumn colors after work and I put this together with the poem I wrote…describing how that moment felt.
I was exploring downtown Denver, seeing new things in mt neighborhood when I noticed how alive everything felt. It just so happened to be the last day of September and I reminisced about the month leaving the one just starting. So, I wrote a poem, shot some footage, and recorded the voiceover for it. You can watch it below!
Over the weekend, between work, playing shows, and making videos, I took time for something I’ve loved since I was a kid…fireworks. Denver may not have September fireworks often, but the Rockies are known for their incredible displays, even if their win record isn’t. I went to the game, soaking in the perfect early fall night and Oktoberfest downtown energy.
While filming, I met someone. A beautiful woman I joked and bantered with. Awkward as I am, I surprised myself by not fumbling the moment. I wanted to ask for her number, but I hesitated too long, and we went our separate ways. Later, I caught myself imagining the romcom version of what could’ve been.
That feeling turned into this poem “Never Had.” I recorded a voiceover, edited the video, and put it all together the minute I got home. Even though the story didn’t play out in real life, I got to capture it in words and film, which feels just as meaningful.
Yesterday carried a quiet, poetic calm. From the cool morning to the early sunset. I caught it in small moments…my commute to work, and later, an evening rain on the way to the gym. I edited the clips with music to capture that unexpected peace.
I couldn’t sleep tonight…so I wrote this short poem, did a quick voiceover, and made this video while waiting for my ride to dreamworld to arrive.
I played a concert Friday night and wrote this on my way home, while debating chasing another one night stand to fill my time or going home to an empty bed. I made a video and voiceover for it. It came out really noir, detective style. I dig it…watch it below:
Growing up in a small town right in the middle of nowhere Nebraska, we didn’t get a whole lot of “city life”. Perhaps that’s the reason I fell deeply in love with New York City, the architecture, and culture at a young age. If I’m being honest, the whole city environment in general always mesmerized…and still does.
Here below is the visual companion I made for a short poem about 9/11/01 and how it affected me. I also did the voiceover to bring it alive. After the video, I wrote and dove in more about the twin towers and NYC.
I was a freshman in high school when the events of 9/11 occurred. I was the kid that always turned on the morning news every day before school and remember turning on “Good Morning America” and seeing the smoke suffocate the Manhattan skyline. Of course, it being before school that morning there was chaos in getting ready and off to school. By the time I was headed to school the second plane had hit, and by my 2nd period German class…they were gone.
For years before the attack, I would go in the backyard of my parents and grandparents to build mini cities out of tree bark, boxes, random objects in the yard (anything really) and would imagine it being MY city and watching it grow. I would obsess about New York and the twin towers. There’s a scene at the start of “Home Alone 2” when Kevin gets to NY and visits the top of the twin towers that stands out in my memory as a huge core moment that planted the city love seed.
I remember I would rig up two different VCR’s, one in slow motion and one recording the WTC scene (this was before the internet made these things easily accessible) and I would rewatch it’s over and over again. This was years before the attacks…the towers and that city was a part of me long before. So that was a turning point in my young life and a huge reason why I moved to Brooklyn when I graduated. So September 11th will always hold that place in my heart.
A poem about a summer romance that felt so comfort, destined, and ill timed. I made the visual of it with scenes from “500 Day Of Summer”, one of my favorite romcoms.
It wasn’t just a season.
It was us.
Sarcastic jokes only we understood, nights where the bed became our universe, and every conversation felt endless.
But time…
time had other plans.
The right person— just the wrong moment.
We’re still here,
just not the same here.
Still-
the smell of vanilla drifts back, summer rain tapping glass, reminding us what we had was real.
A lost summer not forgotten,
Just untouchable.
I previously posted about the series I’m doing on TikTok (links above) and here on the website. I didn’t update that post as often as I should’ve. So follow this post and I’ll keep it updated when I put new videos out. I’ll post ALL of them down below:
I’ve been a huge fan of horror since I was a kid. Watching horror movies on cable tv with my parents and just embracing the beautiful feeling and vibe fall & Halloween gives. So in honor of those horror movies I’ve watched, nightmares I’ve had, and real life experiences, I’ve been creating short videos ahead of spooky season. When in reality…it’s spooky season year round for me.
Which one is your favorite??
I wrote, filmed, and put the visual together on my commute to work this morning.
Waking up.
Breeze through the window.
The light rail moves loud
The city
Electric, untamed, endless.
When you’re grateful, nothing is wasted.
The world moves in rhythm.
Every moment, a miracle.
I’m on the Long Island train
Headed to Montauk
to you.
Tears hit like late spring rain,
proof of what I already knew.
New York, lonely at its best.
I’m still gasping,
overthinking,
running out of breath.
You’ve stolen my sanity,
my rest.
The skyline shrinks as I approach.
We’ve survived our fall,
but only barely
like an unwatered black rose,
forgotten in the hallway.
Our goodbye
short,
unsweet.
I gather my belongings,
packed and neat.
Off I go,
back to Brooklyn,
feeling like
the only living boy in New York.
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