Poems from Stephen Scotti

There are several-thousand- maybe even several-million ways that one can edit a photo, But each photo is conceived in the same manner. The...
I am in a masquerade. Surrounded by masks; Wearing a mask. I live in a world without identity. So why is it so hard to pull off this mask...
Dazzling orbs of light dance across this crowd. Vibrations of sound resonate on the surface of our skin. Chills reverberate down the bone...