I've been in college the past four years and am about to graduate (degrees in music and creative writing). I've been writing songs and short stories and I'll be glad to get out of the realm of analytical essays and back into the realm of my own art, my own daily rhythm. Maybe I'll even have some time to get out my camera and update my page a little.
In the mean time, here's a short poem from one of my more recent projects.
City: Inside the City's Memory
Like a saber
old worn furniture
like an elephant
tin plated
under the dust
The taste
in my mouth
Came not from an instrument
but straight out of her body
Ancient words, that I had memorized.
Bell, carriage, cornice, metalline,
clock, square, cave
brimstone and pomegranate
pepper, palindrome.
Like bags of wind, like Aeolus
All held in the palm.
An old jewel.









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"I don't know the question, but sex is definitely the answer."
Anyway... thanks for doing it again.
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"Mind is not a recipient to be filled, but a fire to be excited" (Plutarco)
But thanks for stopping by again
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Our imperfections are what make us beautiful.
I really enjoy your work, so this actually means alot to me
TY
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