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SCOPE

 

I crawl inside

the long narrow thornstem of me

careful to notice

on

the

way

down

the varying degrees of damage

I’ve caused myself

its walls rusting

from all the ancient battle tears

its veins are too swollen

beginning to harden

rose red pressure

I go no farther

only

stare back

at

pixelated me’s

 

(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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