Every Friday, 1 artist/poet/writer, letting their work speak for itself.
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Charlie Eliot Winters
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Drab
by Charlie Eliot Winters
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I am the wet, black coffee grounds
splattered across the kitchen sink
the dust, the hairs on the floor
residue of something else
something I was never really a piece of
until I hit the ground
I am down, down the drain
busting a pipe here and there
a shopping list
crumpled, fallen from someone else’s pocket
no idea what I said
no idea what I told that pocket-wearing,
list-writing stranger to buy –
scuffs on the sidewalk
chalk scribbles
dowsed cigarettes, emptied bowls
ashes, ashes in piles –
in heaps –
in uniform rows
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Poet’s Biography
“Charlie currently resides in Toronto, Ontario where he is pursuing a degree in Photographic Preservation. When the nitrile gloves come off, he works on his slowly but steadily increasing collection of poems.”
https://twitter.com/ce_winters
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