Marty McGihon and Michelle Wallace

Marty McGihon

Marty McGihon
Created using Michelle Wallace’s poem (below) as inspiration

By Michelle Wallace

Scrape deep, chip away
Remove the years of grime
Expose the raw material
Intended for a different purpose
Splinters tear the flesh
That lovingly strokes,
Pouring lover’s blood
Into the restoration
Ragged and rough as sandpaper-
Yet the lightest touch is fire,
Salt in the open wound
Painful purification
Smooth over reclaimed surfaces
Kissed with sweetest silk
And gently unveil
The undiscovered me


Marty McGihon I

Marty McGihon
Inspiration piece provided to Michelle Wallace

Survival Mode
By Michelle Wallace

Where the heck am I going?
Driving blindfolded,
It’s hard to stay on the road

Walking zombie, arms outstretched
Snatching anything I feel

Willing this to be it-
The place where confusion lifts,
Epiphanies rest

Frustration! Agh!

When, oh, when will this fog disperse?
Stand on that mountain-rock
Breathing clean air, vision restored

I’m tired of drudging in circles,
Survival mode

Let it end, no more!
My foot is firm, my brow is set,
Refusing to take that sedative

This patient will obstinately
Insist on a change


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