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I want my mad comforting voice

skullside /

to stay with me / always


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


the mirror up to my face much longer



our selves back





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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