BRING OUR CASKET HOME…
For whom this collection sings
he whom our waists and entire thoughts wring
You, who brought so much
through your incredible near divine touch
it is to your elegance
that our inks dance
snaking and stroking in every true cadence
more than these
we offer to please
I first offered my miserly mite
now we offer you this: our entire might!
I mutter ‘here we go again’ under my fresh minty breath. ‘Fresh minty’ because I approach my work with dedication – something similar to the way a surgeon approaches a dissection. It is not a joke – because within the pages are words; words, silent testimonies to someone’s life. A note, a grain of sand, a monument to mark his passing, graffiti; an ‘I was here’ on the wall of time.
And I do not take that lightly.
So I take a…
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