Not as to wait, for the endless dawn
Never done with this dread, reconciled on the page
Oscilating thought patterns drifting, as if mental brawn
Looking inward, feeling outward, with the pen I shall wage
Author: WILDsound Festival
Submitters reactions to their feedback on their stories. New testimonials coming each month!
Watch this month's winning readings. At least 15 performances a month:
www.wildsoundfestival.com
Submit your script, story, poem, or film to the festival today:
www.wildsound.ca
WARP MESSENGER, Poetry by Stephen Karnaghan
It was as if I were a painting …
abstract splash of colour …
no subject …
a road …
people walking …
over weight …
angry …
