Speak to the People
Alive and Dreaming Up Winter Nights
Poem and images from the Winter Nights Exhibit:
A winter’s softer night abrades the human,
Alone to release of skin,
Once stripped away
Following the red,
The woods, dunes, ground
Fading into shadow disappears,
Only the sky and water left
Speaking in whispers to each other,
Out past that long blue line
We go unseen.
– Rachel Baird
WIDE AWAKE AND PULLING THREADS, COUNTING WORDS AND WEAVING STORIES
Profound discoveries, reshaped words from story to poem and new story, then story told
at the May Artswalk – two poets meet and read, Karla, the keeper of the dream and Zoe
telling of a new dream, a new day…. I sit mesmerized by the both of them, the sound of
their voices, the meter of their words, strung together into an enduring shape of memory.
Study Karla’s layered page on page and perfect hand stitches across story and image. A
magical night at Zone Three….Enter the zone, indeed.