Prompted to write about noticing something beautiful, this is the first thing that came to my mind...
Five random musings inspired by this quotation from Renato Rosaldo: "The material of poetry is not so much the event as the traces it leaves.”
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.
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.
Just a fun and possibly revealing little reflection on being a "cat person" (even though I no longer have a cat).