Sea and Sandstone – The Human Anvil

Follow me
To the dried up river
Let us dip our feet
Over the baked bank
Into the ovule of emptiness
And seize between our toes
Those shadows of leaves that once
Danced over the ripples
Let us row, together
Across sand and stone
With broken oar;
That desire to drown,
And linger no more, here,
But wade into the sea
Where awaits one horizon
And one thousand estuary

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I am a Social Worker by day and an artist/writer by night. I use the written word in an attempt to make sense of the secret worlds and dysfunctional dynamics that lurk beneath the facades of our daily interactions. I am not sure how my writing styles are characterized, nor am I overly concerned about it. I am immensely enthusiastic about music and often connect better with songs than I do people. I also have an intense appreciation for quality wines and whiskies, frequently consuming them in excess. I like things that smell good and struggle to manage the symptoms of a life-long relationship with depression. So, why "grumpygorman"? Spend some time here and find out...

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