Hello Readers ? This is an end of the month post reflecting on what I’ve done and what I plan to do with my blog.
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Free Hand #6
It is a beautiful day today. This is a rough draft of a poem I am working on. Deals with sight, ignorance and acceptance. I will probably post a revision of this poem in the next couple of days. Sun crystallizes, rays break into glass, sharp enough to cut. your eyes glitter, always shining, reflecting…
Freehand Poem #5
The sun is out and glistens. The tree bends under breeze. The electric blue sky holds more than my mind. Ramblings; words that mean nothing in the static, nothing in the sky. Birds are only specks way up high, moving like fish against the blue. An eye that opens to see the edge before it…
Freehand Poem #4: BLOOD (Revision)
Free Hand #4 (version one) The blood that seeps into Cracks and crevices of rock and stone. Tile, carpet, wood. Painting painting Painting the night with a sweetest, irony Scent. Touch the edge, smear the finger tips. Rouge the red, on the bathroom floor. Parts of you, parts of us all, in the blood On…
Relationship with Death [a poem]
I’ve been thinking about this subject for a long time now. May develop it into a short story or maybe even longer prose. Not sure. “What is your relationship with Death?” His body was mangled, on the pavement. The engine running high, and smoke began to rise. The blood, it seeps into cracks and…