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DUST

 

done

an exiled deformity

strangely calm particle

alone

slow poisoned

on a tiny dying beach

foaming

thick

sand

soaked

foul

loathing

that no tide

takes or brings

i

supinely sit

counting

stars

fall

 

 

(c)2016

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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