Chicago. I'm a 29 year-old poet, novice photographer, and mixed media artist.
Location: Chicago, IL
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From the sketchbook
Missing sun and skating. More Nishika N9000 magic.
Well, there was no point in staying in the car, as she had a perfectly comfortable bed ten steps away, she might as well face the family. Picking...
0 Days Without IncidentI thought I was ready to move on
and that I am strong enough to do so
but the nagging in the back of my mind
kept insisting I check up on...
ruminating I know she cares
but the way she
tells me is different
from the way I tell her
and sometimes I
forget to believe it #Poetry #Writing #Poems4Proc...
“Sprite, brah,” said Spectre.
“Yes, bruv?” asked Sprite.
“If I’m ever on life-support, I want you to unplug me,” said ...
She watched the roots, reaching up out of the ground. Twirling around each other. Tying themselves together and standing...
No #Colour_Collective again this week. Fears portraits shalt not rest. So this week I nobbled the theme from #PinchPunch...
How to Have a One Sided Conversation with a Mythical Woman for Dating Advice girl, i’ve been meaning to have a word with you! here,
draw up a seat and straig...
From this angle, the mountain
In all it's snow laden glory-
Invites teenage memory.
From the window
Of my old room
There was the reverie
AR glasses make me tired.
Somewhere There's A Light
Welcome to the black it's hard to see
In the black where no one plans to be
I’m in the black ...
me holding up the original drawing SYLVIE -
New limited edition SYLVIE watches have just dropped: https://artwist.co/pr...
Primary Paper Issue 1
Primary Paper is a new photography magazine exploring the origins of art & ...
finikia I bought finikia tonight at the greek festival down the road because mom told me they were pappou's favorite and because the honey is sweet on my...
when you're feeling lonely in that chili's tonight #writing #handwriting #micropoetry #notes
The End Of The World
I think we're getting closer
Just keep going my friend
I can see the crosses around the bend
All we are is faces
Going through familiar phases
Choose your sign
Shine and be a star for me
Smile through the f...
Selected works by Dani Pujalte
I found you in the morning. Curled in the corner.
Your rich walnut back and coconut belly coat
cuddled in a tiny crescent. Still upon the sawdust.
I Found A Dead Fly In My Beard
and I do not know how long it had been there.
The sweet thing, nestled, clung to a follicle,
black, silent, minute, and a winged...