Steeven : Writing

when, charles, your bluebird died

when, charles, your bluebird died

A Poem by Steeven


run out of paper write on the wallsfacesarmswhatever is in reach/your waybroke pieces of old wooden fencescribbled scrambledletters like eggs to eat w..
stone-washed

stone-washed

A Poem by Steeven


she is bruised, top-side-seared sirloin the marks are the colour of the gellatin meatinsidebecause she has been stone washeddiving into the ricochetof..
heart on sleeve skin deep abrasions are fatal

heart on sleeve skin deep abrasions are fatal

A Poem by Steeven


i've hung parts of me on the line, barefooted through unmanicured yardhoping i'll drybirdy singing covers as i fold coversand a pile of laundry too ma..
staring into the sun

staring into the sun

A Poem by Steeven


Sunrisingbehind tree, negates any coloursthat might be, causes it to appear asilouette-as though the tree itself was cut fromsky.
if kept cardigans of mine....and the excuse to....i'm walking to work

if kept cardigans of mine....and the excuse to......

A Poem by Steeven


841pmdry self lines close toplug holethere was a glimpse of meguiding zipperalong outside ofankleand one hair i didn't speakjust reachedwith lipshopin..
trials and triolets

trials and triolets

A Poem by Steeven


one thought smacked into a fire beat to set ?/? time friggin triolets
sonnets are for the birds

sonnets are for the birds

A Poem by Steeven


sonnet cycle
edits

edits

A Poem by Steeven


they sayread with the heartbut heart beatswastes notevery contractionlead-in-g constrictionmany pronounsconjunctionsmisused blipof bloodto pointnoi yo..
n/a4

n/a4

A Poem by Steeven


every morning at one place of sleep are hawks...the other; song birds
love from february blooms-down

love from february blooms-down

A Poem by Steeven


can i sketch (i willscratch and scar paper (wanted or not)askew lines, misproportioned (cubismpoint of view, ( is more accurate)call it Rhodadendr..