My wares are small, unglazed
Earthen, barely worth a look
At markets and fairs I hawk them at.
Nearby are masterpieces of others.
If they could, my vessels of brevity
And awkward skill would blush
In the midst of gilded beauties.
My wares are small, unglazed
Earthen, barely worth a look
At markets and fairs I hawk them at.
Nearby are masterpieces of others.
If they could, my vessels of brevity
And awkward skill would blush
In the midst of gilded beauties.
the literary asylum
Wherever I lay my pen, that's my home
MARKOVICH ART: watercolor paintings
my humanity in written form
Guitarist / Songwriter / Blogger
Poetry, Fiction & Photography
New content every Sunday.
Tales from the mouth of a wolf
a collection of words about my average, bog-standard life accompanied by some sub-par illustrations that depict selected moments in said life
Tales of humour, whimsy and courgettes
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Art doesn't have to be worthy to be worth sharing
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One Poet's Writing Practice
My thousand lines..
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