Tag Archives: poem

Slide And Dry

The dried paint, long since atomized from cylindered source, once bled in brief runnels upon the steel, upon the brick and concrete, graffito to graffito then finally graffiti and jagged…

Creation

A hurt that moves beyond crying or a love beyond touch, maybe a song beyond sound. But I can swallow it; I can feel the sound of your remnants of…

Putting Words On Paper

What’s so special about putting words on paper? You can write things down and forget about them later. What does it take to get that special combination, that specific group…