As a restless spirit, I wish I could BE this scene. But my creative striving seems to go in an opposite direction. Thus, I paint, I compose and write. Most I wrote has been destroyed and haven’t written anything for years.
Now I have discovered a well inside, a bursting stream of words that want to be pictures. There is no longer any novel in me. But what is coming out, it HAS to come out, and it’s coming out with these poems.
What I write is meant to amuse. Already I’ve had many likes. Good! I am happy. I just want all to be happy.
Please comment as much as you like, good, bad, scathing, critical, admiring – don’t bother, I’m a shit – and constructive.
Bring it all on!