Hello. Happy afternoon, Monday. It's Stephen. I meant to share one yesterday, but I ran out of time. So here's a moon poem for the week. The full, cold moon inwards. Nothing lingers timely tonight in air saved for dry river beds and long, cold nights that could sweep it all away. If it weren't for that dollop of froth in the sky pressed from winter's
J Stout
@DarkMoonMusings · 0:21
There is something so beautiful and aching and lonely and belonging in this piece. Steven, I am so glad that you are here and that I get to listen to these pieces of yours because they just always touched me
Isoellen Writes
@Isoellen · 2:09
What wonderful lines as you create in just such delicate strokes. Have you ever seen a detail paintbrush? It has like two little feathered strands on the end of it. But it does such incredible things to change an entire painting. Your metaphors, I wouldn't necessarily put them together, but they work so well in this. So well, it. I'm probably going to need to listen to this one two or three more times. I'm glad that I'm taking some time sitting down and listening