You will now write a poem in 10 minutes!
Some creative gamification to brighten up your day | Join me this weekend on Zoom!
Set aside ten minutes, grab your notebooks, and write a poem— the Image Word Mystery way!
When you’re done, will you please SHARE IT WITH US??
⭐️ Online this Saturday, May 21st from 1-3pm central: I am hosting POETRY:JAM with Mark Klenk! FREE!
“Poetry is art. Vision Train is jam. Let's do a poetry jam! Paint as we read. Come share your works & get inspired!”
⭐️⭐️⭐️ Are you a friend from the Vision Train? ⭐️⭐️⭐️
LET ME INTERVIEW YOU ABOUT VISION, ART & COMMUNITY!
🔥 This Sunday 5/25 at 7am, 1pm, and 7pm central time I will be recording live interviews for the Vision Weaving Exhibit- Showing this summer at Psychedelic Science 2025 and Amanda Sage’s show in Gunnison, CO!
And I really want to talk to you for this project!
If you’re familiar with my Oracle Line poetry weaves, then you have a sneak peak at where the Vision Weaving Exhibit is headed…
I will be weaving your images & words into a multi-channel audio-video installation that captures the magic, mystery, beauty and power of the Vision Train community.
Art submissions DUE THIS SUNDAY!
XO!!!
Vortex In space, perceiving Earth at a distance, something small allowing risk - daring and small. Across the waterfall that will swallow you whole. The portal to knowledge speaks volumes in tattered books, protected like ribs, bones like cages - protecting, opening the door. See in the reflection of others’ eyes. 👀
Love your prompts and love you 🥰 here's what I received 🌻
I am beside myself
On the one hand, hands bound, holding emptiness
On the other, feet first, flying along a bridge made of nothing going nowhere.
Quite a pair we make,
From the outside looking in
Catching glances and mesmerizing them effortlessly
Into unwanted scrutiny
To be an object of desire
And scrutiny, objectified by
The contrived, structural, unnatural
A vague curiosity to the impartial, impersonal, binary
I long to be beheld
Beyond apparent paradox
You see a contradiction
I see my reflection
And so,
When the door open to a brick wall
When you turn the page and it is empty
When the ground beneath you vanishes
When the inevitable *is*
Look again
Keep looking until
You Realize
Infinite potential is within you
And all around you.