Ive had these feathers as long as I remember down and flights and coverts great glossy primaries like old friends.
covered a lot of miles had some fine old times my feathers and me.
But now theyve gotten old shafts cracked, barbs gone ragged
Time to molt, grow new ones if I ever want to fly again.
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As always, let me just apologize profusely for inflicting my poetry on any living being. God, I'm so very, very sorry. Still, there y'are.
Graphite on bristol, 14 x 17, pose after vintage erotic postcard. Original sadly destroyed in a move, but prints are available at Red Wombat Studio: [link]
you may not know me, you may not care,but i also love art and poetry, i gives me peace and clears my mind from this sad reality, i liked your poem,i read it over and over again, but most of all i hated to see the end, you have got talent, you r unique so let it shine and be proud of your personality
your picture is good to,i am hoping to see more like this from you(:
How do I go about ordering a print of this? 'Cause I really, really want one. I'd ask after the original, but it's bound to be well out of my price range (sigh, one of these days). The link that goes to Metal and Magic turns up gibberish.
The Raven is a creature of the void, a bringer of magic, the unknown and the growing conscience. A messenger of the mind and the world that surrounds it; what is it that this Raven brings to you?
your picture is good to,i am hoping to see more like this from you(:
nice work, truly beautiful.
It's perfect.
And, err... to be honest, I think I prefer your prose to your poetry.