An Idea – poetic

The grass is blue, each blade became a sinew of unexposed blood, this is what we awoke to. Our world was changed in the blink of an eye, a hidden womb made inside out what was between the pages of an idea became a song that no one could sing, it was sung without meter, … Continue reading An Idea – poetic

The Playwrights Guild

How do you push the boundaries on words with all their straight lines and limitations As if an expression of thought is anything more than an odor meant to quell emotion Passion, the substance of grandeur and routine the cacophony of the dead Oh that we shall walk in a new abode adorned with the … Continue reading The Playwrights Guild