Welcome to the Daylight Basement
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Our Palace of Culture
In these great halls we dine on self-portraits
eager cannibals of the essential proteins of culture
fine art, graphic design, film-video, architecture
poetry, prose, stonework, digital rendering, sex
A quote about Street Lab Specimens:
I love how your poems are lyric photographs of people and places and simple humanity that are not cliche in any way. These are not love poems, and yet they are in love with the simplicity of everyday humanity. Every vignette makes me a little bit more at peace with being a human. Thank you for that.
•From the wonderfully talented Gwenyth. Thank you.
About K. Shawn Edgar
Writes, lingers, shreds, tumbles, frolics, stares, drifts, aims, rockets, dissolves
Speaking for the dead I up Edward Appleby hand over fisticuffs while stepping on the chest of a brut named Ajax long laid waste by the Greek Trojan war of nearly forgotten sword thrusts and word slings like flung sea pikes from the burning edges of black ships never to retreat home.