Our Great Work

driedinkribbon Uncategorized August 3, 2018August 3, 2018 1 Minute

Books keep my secrets

Hushed scratch of pen

Kerosene flickering beside

These walls contain my blood

Ink and time

Sharp lines form intent

I add more resin to the charcoal

Smoke curling as blood ignites

I stop a moment

Tip tapping something

Typewriter slap clack bright

Words powerful enough to bend

Maybe break something too

The universe reverberates

Down into my bones

A silk hand rests upon my shoulder

Beak clacks

Antlers brush the air above

Our work is right

And good

It is necessary

Therefore

It is possible

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I’m a poet and writer. Always working on improving my craft. Writing The Long Way Down, Triptych, and After the End. The latter of which I’m collaborating with fuckthelemonade.wordpress.com Check out the hashtag for that project to see all currently written parts! View all posts by driedinkribbon

Published August 3, 2018August 3, 2018

4 thoughts on “Our Great Work”

Amberley Griffin says:

August 3, 2018 at 10:53 pm

I fucking love this!
“Typewriter slap clack bright” my fav line…
So vivid, my love (black hearts)

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1. driedinkribbon says:
  
  August 3, 2018 at 11:16 pm
  
  Ah thank you! The style of a phrase like that is stolen straight out of Mark Z. Danielewski’s Only Revolution. (Though not that exact phrase.)
  
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  1. Amberley Griffin says:
    
    August 4, 2018 at 5:34 am
    
    You are most welcome!
    
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  2. Amberley Griffin says:
    
    August 4, 2018 at 8:22 am
    
    It just dawned on me, you were giving somone else credit for your words (again)… Byron, my sweetness, YOU wrote this… no one else. It is your brilliance here. Own the fuck out of it.
    
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