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The Artist
The artist felt his work represented him a style colorful, large pictures, paper, paint confined to his bed where dread overshadows everything else collect the abandoned equipment before leaving praise God which means “blessings” the lowest points can make it possible to be afraid to follow
Alarm
So, you get up. The thing is there pulling you back down the lush covers. It’s on you, and also around shadowing, weighing down. It’s seven-thirty, you think, or eight? Five? Four? Probably your fourteenth snooze or something. It’s sunny and bright and blooming spring outside and yet you feel absolutely nothing. So then you…
Painted Water
My window frames a painting of gray rain clouds ashes of bodies of water restless souls moving swiftly as I stare… drops of them falling… slowly… deliberately returning to the earth water the heavy clouds could contain no more—flowing, running-off back to the bigger bodies lakes, rivers, oceans, seas then the sun would shine and…
Blackout poetry: The Perfect Gift
people trade people (Offer your living sacrifice.) This is true God? God? Is there anything? a song of glory, followed by a call for mercy to offer bodies as true the world transformed by complete longing If you like this post, consider subscribing to the weekly newsletter, letters from gyu: Subscribe * indicates required Email Address…