An exploration of the creative process through art, poetry, and community.

The sky, a placid ocean

Slumbers dim in the night. My Memories are,

Stars, sunk in an eternal well in the blue, I’ll

join them soon enough. First

Flash to mind, a Lightning

bugs dance, blind,

Yearning for permanence, writhing



Resting as orange out of blue. Darkness

yields a hillscape out of black

sea. The path to the barn

now clear as day.

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