The Light of His Stars

I’ve tried drawing sunrise after the sunset,and I’ve imitated the bird songs of the bush,with the wild music of electrified guitars;but I was a mind mixing with known recipes,the sweet ones and the sour,the complex and the simple,rhyme and all its reasons for rhyming:a child on the stage my ancestors made. Today, there’s music thatContinue reading “The Light of His Stars”