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ADMISSION

 

I want my mad comforting voice

skullside /

to stay with me / always

we

so obdurate together

/ swell

defense against her words burning

motivating the handsome hard nose in me

expel all snot /

not according to the world of me

 

/ great drear drear shutdown

sabotage shut me

shut her

ol times

 

her hands are getting tired

she won’t

hold

the mirror up to my face much longer

I

need

our selves back

 

(c)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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