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i

took

a

slow bus

on

a

windy

slow afternoon

blowing

dumbness

 

all in my way

blocked my walkpath

cobblestone quaint village dull tip o de hat hello

slow

dumbness

 

i

stood

&

waited

at

the top of Gravers Lane

for the words to take me back home

 

they never came

took an unexpected detour

then

succumbed

to

dumbness

 

i

hitch

a

ride

with

four renegade rhumbas

headed east

 

(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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