Creation
My creative dream
Of challenging work and dedication
Is dissected over the electric fire.
Let it go but
Sometimes I gather it around me
The memories, bands, and friendships
To tell a story…
We were more than
archives of words and images
now history
once a living reality.
A modern-day folktale
That has a dance
And songs and stories
Of myths and some say
Legends.
A curse to me because
It will not let me go
Created then sold and shared
Brought tighter and tangled
Its web around me
Around us that remember.
More than dust on a fanzine
It is more than an image
Of rebellious youth….
HUDLEY FLIPSIDE 