The Importance of a Red Wheelbarrow
Judith Bernstein
A pigeon pooped on his head –
so funny I laughed until
I toppled on my back
into the red wheelbarrow
Creative Exchange 2010
Celebrating 50 Years of The Art Center
Ellen Savage
I left you gazing at Porte des Morts,
glassy blue, rimmed in green,
sucking air as if your lungs were gills –
like the trout we reeled in off the pier
How a Community Benefits from the Arts
Linda Kellough
So I was paying to have you sit on a bench? How long did that go on?
Wasn’t it worth it?
Mary Jane Gabrielsen
Images appear at the sight of
a canvas, hidden in a busy world.
Strokes find direction beyond grasp.
Expression expands, born of whiteness.
…
Forward, back, forward, back, out!
Carol Spielman Lezak
It’s what’s within, the profoundly hidden light of life
observed, noted, illustrated, envisioned, savored
but never, perhaps, fully recognized, never fully seen nor heard nor felt.
