I am on my way to Sicily as a guest artist at Sisters Academy. My poetry has gone stale. I travel to remind myself of a most personal place. It is a cave full of tender light. A light that cannot be trapped or hurt. The light is not abstract, it is me. It is my body and mind. It is my actions and time.
I am on my way to Sicily as a guest artist at Sisters Academy. I will work with the cave as my anchor and work will be no different than dwelling in life. Soft and curious like a cloud shapeshifting the sky. Firm and reliable like stones placed in a pattern that shows us the way.
I am on my way to Sicily as a guest artist at Sisters Academy. Knowing that every step brings the cave closer to the aesthetics of the academy, I tremble with the unknown. I long to fully inhabit, the light.
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