Inventory of Our Words

They crack the safes
hidden in our portrait of communication.
an intercourse of social science,
flooding the streets of civilized city structures,
isolating outstretched pastures beyond urban diction.

We paint the portraits
of expressive thinking.
They map the blueprints
for oratorical robbery.

The rural fires of our desires are diminished.
The ashes scraped into our
six foot deep imagination asylums.

They stock coffins of our ideas
and do inventory on our intentions.

The sky box is shrinking slowly.
A blanket is draped over in refusal.

We stand inside
Eyes up
Heads cocked
In awe.

The sun sinks behind the dirt piles
crafted by spade shovels
that tear away at the grey soil,
like the escape artists
that tear away at our grey matter.

Anchoring our escapes,
we stand in the burial grounds of our words.

Author: Steven E. Croner

Hey, everyone. How are you? I’m doing pretty well. My name is Steven. I’ve been living in Pittsburgh for a few years now. What sort of projects have I been working on, you ask? Well, I’ve assisted with several indie film productions in that time, mostly directly behind the camera or working with camera operations. It has been pretty fun. I’ve also been working on several other projects individually. This website is a collection of those projects that I do on in my spare time. Please click on the links above to learn about some of the work that I do in digital media and writing. I hope you enjoy my collection, which is a combination of old, archived work and new content I am compelled to share with you. Please feel free to interact, engage, and help me make some friends and colleagues in the creative media communities!

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