3000 handwritten poems
like Ani said
weathered worn
revealed from kept shoeboxes
suspended in void
against bright blue sky
resembling two towers
arranged like marching soldiers
suddenly rage downward
into the fire
A Dugs or Dugsart Joint. This is a candid look at something I might put in one of my many sketchbooks and hide. Its a cathartic jot down of thoughts. Lyric, poem, art ideas, or stepping stones to the birth of a piece. Nodes to pivot from. Building a network of paths one stone at a time. I get lost in here, and I love it.