Skeleton Keys Kept

A porcelain jar of skeleton keys
go to nothing,
lost their use in time.

Dusty jar
on the dresser.

Reminds of hatred like keys
unlocking nothing of use,
spreading rusty words.

Leaving a taste on tongue
of metallic opposition:
you and your orange ash.

Ignorance keeps old keys
no longer relevant,
but recycled into the dusty jar
on the dresser.

The rust continues on,
metallic ignorance
from your mouth
so used to the taste.

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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