Teddy Dondanville

There is a trend in our culture, To emphasize strength. In some cases, it’s all about length. I’m not so sure, How I feel about this definition. Using masculinity as a...

Where does the wind blow When we cannot see it flow? How does the ocean rise From behind our privileged guise? How does the ice melt When the temperature cannot be...

Tall as mountains and Strong like a boulder. Listen to them, for they are older. Hard as ­­­­­wood but Soft as a lung. Here is where those monkeys hung. Deep as...

Today is a day A day Like all the rest Yet, we set it aside As if to show our pride To whom are we trying to prove that as one,...

That Which Runs Without Us, Runs Within Us. We Are But Products, Of Our Environment.

From up on high, the ascendants cry,   of happiness and truth, here they are young as youth. All is temporary, they cannot be stationary. Descend, the ascendants of the peak....

To the ground, I am found. Beaten, Eaten…Alive. No words can be spoken. My tears-­­ they have awoken. Frowning, Drowning…Alive.

This is me, I am but a tree. With my roots in the ground, I am able to grow round. Through the winter cold, until the river runs bold. My branches...

The earth jumps alive with every step. The wind reminds us of our breath. The sun lights the way.   With music…in perpetual sway.