Category: Artistic Experiments
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The Land: A Poem
The land it stretches on and on, away before my eyes. The hills roll far into the distance meeting sunkissed skies. I sit upon a grassy knoll and feel to my surprise, The land beneath me stir and groan and threaten to arise.
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Isaiah 17:2 Sheep in the ruins of Damascus.
For the record, I personally have nothing against Damascus. I was reading this verse from Isaiah, one of my favorite doom prophets, about the fall of Damascus. “The burden against Damascus. “Behold, Damascus will cease from being a city,And it will be a ruinous heap.The cities of Aroer are forsaken;They will be for flocksWhich lie down, and no one will make them afraid.” Isaiah 17…
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A New Year’s Art Experiment
Does this have anything to do with the dawn of the new year? Absolutely not. That’s just coincidently when it happened, so I decided to include it in the title, because I think it sounds better. Art. So. I wrote a poem. Not a big shock. I do it occasionally. Not particularly often these days,…
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The Weary Traveler
Amongst the mountains a mist has settled, blinding white like snow, flows through the valley wide and deep, where no man dares to go. The sun is shinning atop the hills, the great curved sweeping planes, the green grass shines like velvet, with dew from the last rains. The trees before me, straight and tall,…