Tag: community

  • Spiral

    “Sometimes things go too fast and too slow all at once.” – July 19th I found this note today while tidying up my studio and realized I hadn’t sat down to look through pictures or even think much about this past weekend in Corner Brook. So much of my life the past couple of years…

  • Collaboration

    The year is more than halfway through and somehow my scribbling in red dry erase marker in my study “Be a Professional Artist” seems an ever present reality. Workshops, exhibitions, drafts. I feel caught up in life. Kinda like those dreams where it feels like if you run fast enough you can float through the…

  • What’s there to say about July

    There was volunteering at Folk Fest, Girl’s Night, music at the Majestic, Sound Symposium, PRIDE, and new friends, an avalanche of “Yes’s”. It was busy but there were also quiet moments of reflection. And yet I don’t know how to share all that because the thing is any boasting of good fortune or good times…

  • How We Hold

    Making art has felt so necessary in my life. Over the past year or so I’ve slowly re-immersed myself in the creative process. I’ve written, doodled, knitted, crocheted, paper-mached, I’ve done a lot. And I did it all in the pursuit of escaping the hell of living with PTSD and active trauma. Writing has traditionally…

  • You Probably Think This Poem Is About You

    Originally Posted on February 26th, 2024 A Series of Poems About You There is so much I want to say But I want to say it to youI mean I don’t want to want to say it to youBut that’s just the thing, it’s a feeling An urge And it’s controllableI just ignore it And…

  • Harvested

    Originally Posted on September 23rd, 2023 On a day like today A point in the cycle Balance of light and dark A moment of reflection For gratitude and gathering My existence feels unfair A stark reminder control is an illusion There is no karma, or justice, or balancing We don’t reap what we sow We…

  • woe-MEN

    Originally Posted on March 10th, 2023 In a field dominated by women you would think there would be an overflowing of empathy and compassion but instead there are the shrieking cries of “pick me.” Women who have tricked themselves into believing that if they inflict pain on their fellow sisters they will be spared the…

  • Place

    Originally Posted on March 8th, 2020 A square mile of land jutting unassumingly into the Atlantic ocean Contains my favorite place in the world. Sitting amongst the rows of houses,First built in the post-WWII boom,Is my Grandparents’ home. Unlike the other homes neatly lined up with barely a lane between them, their home sits alone…