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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Intentionally Unsweetened

The soles of cold feet
pressed firmly onto a hard floor
in a bare room.

A life intentionally unsweetened –
though not without sweetness,
faint as it may be:

pale like the color of a dyed cloth
washed over many times,
subtle as it is enduring,

seen only by a caring eye;
tasted only by a sensitive palette –
that welcomes a world of inner richness.