To F… by Edgar Allen Poe – An Analysis of Place

It seems that a lot of poetry I have been reading recently goes to enormous lengths to describe a moment or series of moments between two people or a place and a person or people and that this might be an area worthy of some further thought. Place is… people are… I think that aContinue reading “To F… by Edgar Allen Poe – An Analysis of Place”

What good there was has been swallowed by time

Thinking about things Pulling on my heart strings unforeseen consequences finding a new tune to play on my fiddle is not happening but ¬†then again what is is passing by without leaving a trace except for the hiccups I make on the canvas that was¬†blank. It’s not that I don’t think of cathedrals just notContinue reading “What good there was has been swallowed by time”