The Blind Photographer

He doesn’t see me
standing by his side,
each alone together.
I am entirely his;
now it’s everything else
he wants to capture

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Reawakening my curiosity

I feel like I am awakening from some kind of creative stupor – a miasma of intellectual apathy that has been softly suffocating my creative curiosity. Granted, the poetry has flowed more generously for me, but I was floundering on what to do with my pencils and paints.

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