A poem about isolation in the time of covid-19.
A snippet from an upcoming project.
A poem about isolation in the time of covid-19.
A snippet from an upcoming project.
A quick render from something I’m working on.
WIP: Number Stream by Franklyn Monk is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 4.0 International License.
Based on a work at archive.org.
I’ve had a productive weekend. I’m feeling pretty good about it, but my latest project is taking longer than I’d hoped. It’s pretty ambitious. It’s epic. It’s about my time here in Denton. It’s about you. It’s about insecurity and the fear of hope. It’s about secluded evenings, and sneaking a secluded evening, every once in a while, with someone that makes you happy. It’s about long days becoming long nights and the Harvest Moon. It’s about loosing and winning and freaking out, that is to say, it’s about love.
Or panic.
Who doesn’t panic in the face of love?
Those that ain’t been hurt.
It’s about hurt and hope and rebirth and love and panic.
Here in Denton.
My most ambitious piece.
It’s gonna take a while.