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Beneath the Glamour

So, today is a day of shadows and fog, not outside the window, but behind the eyes. No collage. Just a poem. Note the nerdy UU and Who references.



“Beneath the Glamour”

Something comes in the silence,
Something we are not prepared to face.

Our eyes can’t see the thing that
comes in the in-between

hovering.

A ghost?
No, not so
little substance,
I’m afraid.

Somewhere I heard the word
“Oversoul” – like weeping angels,
we bare ourselves open,
rendering a circle
condemned.

There is a cough,
a little laugh,
and then
It pulls back
into the heartbeats,
the tides of our diaphragms.
Shivering wingbeats ripple our flesh
with goosebumps binding the

Whispers, our breath.

Restless

That place of brain tickling, where itches begin and sneezes burst out.

Collage Musings: A New Journey

Where did those three years go? They may have gone by without a post, but so much has happened. I've experimented more with artwork and poetry. This is a book of collage musings I made last year - no Photoshop or anything, just my own two hands, scissors, paper, and magazines. Each post for the next few months will be a page or pages from this book, Moonbeam Dreams. The creative force behind them has kept me going through some of the toughest years of my life. Enjoy these works, and give me credit where credit is due if you choose to share. Be safe and warm and just a little bit wildly adventurous.