Phoenix

The Scrapyard Phoenix

a scrap for a dog, a poem for a mind. what does a poem represent, but a quick thought or fast concept to explore and expand upon? poetry, words, ideas: beautiful yet arbitrary scraps of language made whole and essential by the creative process and by the hungry reader. the starving dog, the starving mind. and where is the time for poetry, lest it be quick and painless, in our blisteringly paced society? so, go explore the world. explore your mind. free yourself with poetry, get lost in the creative scrapyard of potential, and construct your imagination, construct something new. the scrapyard: where everything in the mind ends up, to be made a new structure. enjoy; enjoy the poetry here. breathe in. breathe in deep. life is good. life, and poetry made whole: I'll meet you at The Scrapyard.