try to otherwise
to me you are / dark sky moon / you are too bright to fully consume / oh you pull at me / through & thru
what good / is the awe / of stars / if we see / only that / we are / worlds apart?
This writing is less the craft heavy and prosody poised work that keeps process hidden behind closed doors of the poet’s writing studio and their intellectual hesitance, and more the freestyle, live over home-made beats push for moments of flow.
Less building a perfectly sturdy house with all the bells and whistles and more finding shelter before a storm hits.
… because I am a fool.
I work hard to ignore the critical voice in my head telling me that poems need to be finished and should never appear before a reader’s eyes without first having gone through many revisions and multiple workshop partners.
But that ain’t livin.
The second installment of some kinda Over Head Projector Project–a visual exploration of light, space, objects and what is manifest in poetry and image.