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I hope he remembers (Patreon sample)
I have no idea how much he’ll use this journal or if it will be a passing fancy, forgotten along with a stream of other treasures he no longer cares about. But I hope he remembers this part—our hands together, creating beauty out of thin air. I hope he learns that this journal can be one of his safe spaces, a place to pour his hopes and dreams and worries. Somewhere he can find himself in quiet moments of creative exploration.
Detours: Cathy Allman
There is chatter in my mind along
my route although I drive alone.
I pass familiar landmarks
alone but in conversation
with the woman I was another
time on this road.
Uncle Ray: Hannah Jane Weber
the adults speak of Uncle Ray’s life in long, mournful sentences
while I pluck tufts of feathers from the green brocade
and blow them like dandelion seeds
but my wishes do not bring him back
Redshift 2020: Serena Eve Richardson
My daughter unwraps a toy ambulance.
It takes two AA batteries, lights
up and sounds a siren. The truck gets tucked
into bed with my child later that night.
Lightning The Way: Betsy Martin
At the pond the wind
makes gray goosebumps
that skim the skin of the water.
Art journal page: from disaster to delight
I believe that all art-making (especially art journaling) is a journey. A long, winding path, leading us deeper into our own truth. There is no wrong way to go. If you feel lost, you just haven’t gone far enough yet.
Unripe Plums: A.E. Schulz
Not the black
of the ripe plums with the honey flesh that I loved
to eat in the summer, always remembering
how the juice could drip onto the pages of a book
if I wasn’t careful.
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You are loved (as is)
Maybe that's what growing feels like. Maybe phoenix cycles of death and rebirth are less glamorous and more blood, sweat, and tears . . .