Table of Contents

Soaked in rays of happenstance sights


If the Sun will Rise again Tomorrow

To Give and to Receive

Intentionally Unsweetened

Perceived Mentors

Stop Eating Me I’m Only Skin And Bone

You Were Born in my Memory

Dust Covered Windows

Before the Season Ends


Pouring Wine

Helium Balloon

Old Hand Holds Hanging Lantern

Evan Buckiewicz

I'm a writer, web artist and doll artist.



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Before the Season Ends

Before the season ends
and the fading lights descend,
before this moment lends
its empty memory to nostalgia:

we should make amends, my friend,
before the seasons ends,
yes, amends. How can we make amends?

What to do, what to do,
oh tell me what to do:
I’m a settled stone in a moving river,
I can feel myself being pulled.

Tell me, my friend, before the season ends,
what can be done now to ease the sting that inevitably comes
when the current carries me away?