Poems from OlduvaiFossil
Graphite. Eraser shavings. Coffee-tinted paper.
It all starts with a blank page and an ephiphany of creativity.
The pencil feels at home...
Layer upon layer of masks.
One small, one red, one plagued with faux happiness.
A mask of royal purple.
A mask as silver as starlight.
The...
Listen to the words of the wise
For use of their words will produce a surprise
Riches and power before your very eyes.