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IS THIS AEROMANCY

 

1st light

\ pain awakes

wearing anger’s red robe

/ nucleus of warm calm

stretches slow

inside horror coiled

\ damn

time wastes away on me fast

less me \

more & more

less \

the

last least of myself

sitting on backyard steps

look up 2

puffy torn cotton clouds drift east

over

this swollen college town

where I have come

2

die

 

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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