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It pretty much happened like Pablo said, how one day poetry just shows up looking for you,

and you, feeling a bit scared, like when you ended up with the tall off-balanced girl for a lab partner and actually had to talk to her, honestly, then realizing how beautiful she was,

became a good friend. Took the side of the chaotic, defended the skewed, praised the divinely multi-dimensional.
You wrote what you felt. Put your reserve on the shelf and twisted the words into new directions.

It’s a poem because it feels.

So I wander the streets til I get enjambed with something that makes no sense but still feels like a truth needing a place to sit. Some how I have to synthesize: listen to to screamer at the corner; divine how the world speaks through beauty and tragedy and mystery. I love art. Art is what reaches down into the bag of godstuff and creates something that only you can make. Art is singularly you.

  • Age: 56
  • Joined: July 2011



To all of you still reading me- thank you bunches. I’m still carving out time for redbubble. For those who leave any comments thank you, I’m still working on the time to read and respond. Thank you everyone.
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