Imagery. It’s what I do, and it’s the backbone of the poems on this site.
I can’t help it: I write nothing but poems with imagery. Blame the Asperger Syndrome: the visual thinking’s a gift. The photograph dazzle world inside my head leaks out through my pen. I collect everything: stars, planets, and the occasional stray comet; angel wings and devil horns; photographs of every kind; old films and orphaned lyrics; dreams and nightmares. The camera has been on and recording as far back as I can remember.
So come on in. See what I see. See what you’ve seen before, but through a different lens. Open the door and peek inside. Or come right on in. Feel free to listen and look. If you like what you see and hear, you can take some home with you or come back for more. Or you can peer behind the curtain.
Welcome to Raven’s Wing Poetry. I’m glad to have you here.