ZoneThree

Poem and images from the Winter Nights Exhibit:

Winter Nights

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

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.