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TO GET BETTERSVILLE

 

 

When for stroll go I

down crystal streets

in the city on the edge of ever

my hat I tip to singing dinghies flying by

w / tiny black boxes suspended 6 inches over aft

& to hovering white hijabs

dervishly whirling therapeutic dance beats

– gift for cure

 

no god here

no queenking

no heroes

no culture

no me my & you your

\ only

we in the law of the flow of BE

 

 

copyright 2016

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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About a. edward watkins

With the exception of 2 years study of western music theory and harmony- I am a self taught percussionist, writer and abstract painter. Not your drummer boy drummer - not your writerly writer nor the painterly painter. Creativity is an integral aspect of my existence - as it is for us all - in some form or another. My experiences in life have informed and shaped my world view profoundly. I am the disrupter - the never quite satisfied - the relentless creator of word, sound and image. I question the answers and question the questions.

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