
MUD AT THE WALL
thrown by Mary Featherstone
LIFE CHOICES
Life Made a home In a handful of dust Set in resistant ground Would the dry land Withhold consent A host rejecting This foreign body?
Keep readingNAME
Your name weighs heavy on the tongue, some days It has been taken hostage by a foreign power And rendered unpronounceable Light years away from those simple lines Traced in Aramaic on red sand That say, without pretension, ‘I am here’
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Constrained Within the cut Of a brand new Small-shouldered coat The arms flail awkardly Bare to the air While wondering how To hide
Keep reading‘If you throw enough mud at the wall, some of it will stick’
An expression dating back to the age of wattle and daub constructions. Some of our creative efforts may be a little flaky but if we put it all out there something might connect.
Text and visual content is my own unless specified.
Too much respect for artists to claim that title, just enjoying myself.
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