Art can be so powerful, especially if you give it time. This prose poem captures the way my experience of a street mural changed over the course of about 10 minutes.
This short prose piece generated from a prompt to write about an age gap. The first thing that came to my mind was the gap between the age I feel and the age I am.
Being at home a lot now, during the pandemic, has made me aware of things I wasn't before. This brief prose-poem explores that idea.
I don't think of myself as a collector, but I was a collector, once. At what age does it become unacceptable to put everything we love on display?
I wrote this short prose piece about teaching, but I think it can be applied to "self", too -- to trust the chances we take...