Where did I fall?Ridges above keep asking.My damaged head doesn't move.But the void below whistlesIn my ear.I am probably takingA philosophical breakBefore the branches give away.That happens before every descent.I'm used to it.Bloodshot eyesLay still, preparing for the fall.Family of twigs want to be left alone.But this branch is my home,At least for the time…Read more Free Fall
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#StormDrain : Conscience is Crazy!
11 moods of the artist life: How Things Die | The Summer Metaphor | The Blood Channel | Letting Go... | The Social Aliby | Against Better Judgement | Life & Death of A Mole | Care | Yulin | Broken Wheel | An Artist's Epiphany *How Things Die* What is that thing! Poking…Read more #StormDrain : Conscience is Crazy!
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