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said was what a million assaults saw dip her ledge lash

pain builds bridges of lies lipsworn wingmen guard over

nonhuman human same days fast as slow terra chance timbres

steelwar dozers halve off her ticket to kitten heels kick big grit

in the worst city in life worsen delusion requires maintenance

in soft distinction to an icy eagre bloom fire fights at the spiderhouse

Lola’s little swing plasma does the truth won’t fit in

elsewhere wild laccolith stand final insound of pale yellow




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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