Everett Dulin : Writing

mirror number 4(on ontological paralysis)

mirror number 4(on ontological paralysis)

A Poem by Everett Dulin


what are we without the words to describe us?
chair

chair

A Poem by Everett Dulin


hanging
i caught the streetlights turning on and hfs

i caught the streetlights turning on and hfs

A Poem by Everett Dulin


in the pov of my father, about my father, a schizo. i promise its not a joke
hate(need)

hate(need)

A Poem by Everett Dulin


when nuance is gone, what remains isn’t clarity
"ive learned i dont like things up and down"

"ive learned i dont like things up and down"

A Poem by Everett Dulin


the poem is about forced/artificial creativity.
"ive learned i dont like things up and down"

"ive learned i dont like things up and down"

A Poem by Everett Dulin


let me write what i want to write please and thank you