Epoch Awareness –jdwordpress@yahoo.com
A Consideration Of Things, some that have been, some that cannot be, and true dreams ersatz of Truth.
Its A Collaboration.
Communicate with one another and consider:Publish Progressive Principles In Electro-Polar Ink
Make a digital mental electric harem (of concepts) for the lost:
Poets,
Parishioners,
Critics,
Artists,I love my records. They
Spin and they
Sing. Analog living is essential to
Life as we know it.Post Comment Poems,
Post comment Essays,
Post comment flash fiction,
Post rhythmic convergence of sight-sound-thought-today/ tonightAnd of course enjoy your stay,
Its an new age each day today,
Awareness comes with every new breath,
And before,
And after,
Each
crosshatched pixel; gathered and shot into your thin-glass-liquid-screen display; or inserted peripherally or directly into your your eye sockets ( rods, cones, or retinas);Its Literary, Literal, Lingering; its an EPOCH OF
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SJ.D. Hughes
PS: I Like good Art, Good Art Is Generally Made By Poor Men, For No Food.
If your a Publisher, I'd Appreciate your time.
If your a Writer, Human, or other form of Artist,
Id appreciate hearing your voice,But SPEAK SOFTLY;
Art deserves reverence
After
All.J.D.H.
Inert Components Of Actual Thought
Tag Archives: Burbank
Snow On The Hills Affirm The Glow Of Frozen Winds
Burbank was covered in thick and placid frost; Shadows off the glow of the forlorn crags were soft and weeping along the distant ice; dusting the furrows of forgotten rains; and falling upon windmills of the giants, who gave up … Continue reading
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New Room At Pinnacle X
Shining a light in a Vacant room, in a Vacant house, in a Vacant neighborhood, in a Vacant hour of the Vacant night; to Occupy yourself, is a Dark and longing hall. Step, wade, push the intoxicated webs of ragged … Continue reading
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Tagged 3:32 AM, apartment for rent, Burbank, no power, no vacuums in time for space, Poetry, vacant, vacuums, write, writer, Writing
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Epoch Awareness. Writer, J.D. Hughes
Epoch Awareness -- Writer J.D. Hughes 