be grateful for such a wonderful weekend
that was the refrain chanted repeatedly in my head as i soaked every last drop of it from the spongy spring air. the result of which were two works which i had the pleasure of penning earlier today. one of which is politically motivated, something which doesn’t normally surface in my work. be sure to email me if you have any questions or comments about it. the other is a realisation of things which come and go, and the evolution of our dreams; how they survive when parts of them die, by re-rooting and regrowing with sprouts of a different colour. read, respectively:
iraq amusement park
don’t turn away
that’s all for now! i’ll be back later…
listening to: some old bag on the oscars drag on about something; yadda yadda…