Upon the summit, or so nearly there
That he can taste it, the late trickster king
Stands straight to rub his aching shoulder where
It chafes the boulder, savoring the Spring. 71 more words
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The best of poems feels like a great riddle being posed and can be more intriguing than the tightly crafted mysteries of many detective novelists. Varieties of meaning can hinge on mere shifts of words – and nothing is more interesting than tracing back how the poet led you down a certain pathway. 892 more words
My lyre has fallen & broken,
but I have my little tom-toms.
Look, do you see those crows
perched on the guardhouse?
I don’t wish to speak of omens… 376 more words
I’ve started this blog to compile my artistic endeavors, travels, chosen memories and anecdotes. Motivation permitting there will be a weekly update.
I do casual work for festivals and local events when not partaking in the festivities at a creative level, feeling at home wherever there is a spotlight, not just when in one. 84 more words