we station ourselves rock-hard
in a black ocean, light waves
foam bubbles; they crash and pulse
against our edges

An artist’s privilege. To spend their days immersed in their own psyche. The cost: to create alone.

How can one express a humanity they can’t reach out to?

Romantic and philosophical. Immerse yourself in another installment of The Sound Station Poetry Series. Containing Part 7 of The Suited Ceremonies. Tune in to the sounds of natural myths in the texts of everyday life. All for your viewing pleasure.