Do not try to read my mind, else, you will be lost in a bustling metropolis; & before you can find your way home, your eardrums will be teeming with melancholic musings. You claim to know me, yet I am but a stranger estranged by the silhouette I created. I am a fractured artifact hiding in an exquisite museum. I was never born a saint. I kissed the erogenous zones of poverty. All that is left of me is a treasury housing sorrowful garments. Call me a mad woman but guess who has seen the devil’s nakedness? So let me remain on my knees until the clouds becomes a mother. Tending to my bruises.
Artist’s Biography
Carl Scharwath, has appeared globally with 175+ journals selecting his writing or art. Carl has published three poetry books and his latest book “Ebb Tide Reflections,” features poetry, short stories and photography (World Inkers, NYC.) Carl has four photography books, published by Praxis and CreatiVingenuitiy. His photography was exhibited in the Mount Dora and Leesburg Centers for the Arts. Carl is currently a co-editor with ILA Magazine, art editor at Glitterati and former editor for Minute Magazine.