Words are wielded like torches,
unintentionally hot,
accidentally unconstrained,
and hit patches of flesh we did not expect.

I breathe fire without insult,
singe discontent, unaware,
and spread consequence,
burning a hole in my confidence.

Leave me ash and shame,
and smolder with my sorrow,
as a stare deep into the embers,
red as all in sight.

The wildfires are strong.
Don’t send me if I’m not ready.
I will only scream what is right.
I cannot weaponize those flames.

So you point your torch,
pressed to my throat.
Fiery scolding is no answer,
when the wildfires have always been here.

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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