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Painting Dirt: A Poetry Collection
An intimate dance between poetry and philosophy, Painting Dirt delves gracefully into the grit of the human experience. Spirited expressions of love, longing and self-discovery mingle with somber reflections on the absurdity of life and the modern death of meaning.
Witty and vulnerable, blunt yet inviting, this book is a bold embrace of life’s roughest edges, a celebration of uncertainty, and a reminder that our darkest moments are often our deepest."LaMarco’s poetic snapshots are succinct and precise, offering blink-and-you’ll-miss-them insights that continue to reveal their truths in waves long after the reading is finished. This poetry collection consistently delivers the rare kind of finely tuned free verse that speaks volumes with the barest minimum word count." -Readers' Favorite
Witty and vulnerable, blunt yet inviting, this book is a bold embrace of life’s roughest edges, a celebration of uncertainty, and a reminder that our darkest moments are often our deepest."LaMarco’s poetic snapshots are succinct and precise, offering blink-and-you’ll-miss-them insights that continue to reveal their truths in waves long after the reading is finished. This poetry collection consistently delivers the rare kind of finely tuned free verse that speaks volumes with the barest minimum word count." -Readers' Favorite
88 pages, Paperback
Published January 5, 2024
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November 30, 2024DNF at 17%
It’s so short I thought I should just speed through it, but why give this effort my measly cents?
I’m born to find poetry that speaks to me, cursed to read: “in a meadow, i met a girl “i am the flower girl,” she said that meadow’s now a parking lot and the flower girl is dead”
It’s so short I thought I should just speed through it, but why give this effort my measly cents?
I’m born to find poetry that speaks to me, cursed to read: “in a meadow, i met a girl “i am the flower girl,” she said that meadow’s now a parking lot and the flower girl is dead”
June 7, 2025
There are some gems to be found in this one …
“Loneliness thrives
on the failure to recognize
that you’re less unseen
than you are unknown”
While some pages inspired me, touched me and made me feel seen, some just felt a little too exaggerated.
Often times I felt like the author was trying to over complicate simple concepts and obscures them with elaborate metaphors and posh speech so to say.
While I believe that poetry comes from the heart, you can recognize when an author is too much caught up in his head.
Not the worst and not the best read I’ve had so far.
I would’ve loved to see more actual rhymes and rhythm to the work because it was indeed hard to make sense of some parts because of the missing separation of certain paragraphs.
“Loneliness thrives
on the failure to recognize
that you’re less unseen
than you are unknown”
While some pages inspired me, touched me and made me feel seen, some just felt a little too exaggerated.
Often times I felt like the author was trying to over complicate simple concepts and obscures them with elaborate metaphors and posh speech so to say.
While I believe that poetry comes from the heart, you can recognize when an author is too much caught up in his head.
Not the worst and not the best read I’ve had so far.
I would’ve loved to see more actual rhymes and rhythm to the work because it was indeed hard to make sense of some parts because of the missing separation of certain paragraphs.
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