Seven Days in the Park #1
Words are beginning to ask questions of me once more...
S. Reeson
S is one of 78 versions of the same, 59-year-old poet, photographer and multi-disciplined artist simultaneously living by the sea and the river, in space, on The Bridge, Up the Junction and in and out of The Eagle. #TransRightsAreHumanRights.
Reverse Engineering
Starting tomorrow you'll get a post a day from me on Ghost for seven days, or you'll get nothing for a week...
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This is also absolutely the best my life has EVER been <3
Building the Perfect Beast #30
Now I find myself asking a question that may surprise a few people...
BIT #5: The End is the Beginning is the End
Virtue signalling, oversharing and the Bigger Problems still existing...
PAMPHLET!: Repeat 'till Fade
Welcome to the Pamphlet also known as Project 1668...
PAMPHLET!: Previously on...
It's Story Time Kids, and back we go to September 2025...
Letters to Myself #7
Living with myself, therefore, needs to be a constant process of reinvention...
Letters to Myself #6
I am no longer travelling this artistic path alone.
Letters to Myself #5
...and now, if I do not get to bed after walking the dog, I will end up asleep at the keyboard.
Letters to Myself #4
When wishing you could have something just as a better thing is literally dumped right in front of your eyes, the decision of what to take should not be that hard...
Letters to Myself #3
Fixing things in my own way has renewed existence.