This is fabulous. Why can I not get to any of your other work?
Anyway, shuffling and crashing and giggling and ending somehow on a both hopeless and hopeful note. Really great work. So who are you?
the inks of ages
written in the hieroglyphic night
upon what is left of the hell-bent moths,
crashing against
the ankh
of the bare porch light…
dear owasco...
thank you so much for your very kind words.
to answer your question of who i am, at this point i can say only that i am new to actually posting on Steemit and slowly easing my toe into Steemit's uncharted waters, trying to find my self-confidence- which is one of the reasons i have done nothing but post the two poems i have.
the other reason is that i simply do not know what to say. i am a visual artist, a poet and a short story writer but, as i am (due to circumstances) presently unable to create visual art, i am attempting to re-confirm my (due to circumstances) also somewhat lost identity as poet/writer.
i hope i have answered at least some question for you and, that said- again- i really mean it: i am humbled by your so generous and thoughtful attention.
camnine