Jennifer Dotson
Will my children learn from my narration?
Will they see the peak and not the slope?
My life story is a colorful illustration –
Love is the safety harness and the rope.
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Under The Tree
Margoth Moreno
Anne Rossen
This isn’t the poem that would have been
written at five today. …
This is a different poem.
This is the poem of 7 a.m.
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Amy Spungen
In such sacred aquatic space
she who is encumbered on land …
moves fluidly, limbs mottled with light.
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Judith Stern Friedman
You call it a still life — but this menagerie is far from still. Its objects are a striking set of contrasts: natural and faux, weathered and cultured, free form and conforming. From the unfamiliar lines of a tin man’s oilcan to the undulating curves of a perfect peach, the grouping’s silhouette is like a moving landscape. Rough, soft, old, new, dark, light, stark, busy, the colors and textures spark a range of curiosities — but these tangible shapes only touch on the movement. The real motion comes from our own imaginations that put living, breathing stories to these inanimate things
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Charles Schwartz
I sat next to a blind man with brush in hand,
he asked me to tell him an apple
as he guessed at red to fill his circle.
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Creative Exchange 2008-09:
Still Life as Inspiration
Kevin Stein
Of all living things, we are the only ones who make something out of nothing, who add to creation our own little creations.
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Gregg Garmisa
… I saw myself stabbing back at all those who put that man in his grave.
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Herb Berman
… I shall count the leaves
on that welcoming maple outside
my open door
and all the countless chirps
on all the fledglings in its shimmering branches …
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Colorado Fence
Iris Allen