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By Nola Killpack The sky must end somewhere and there I would be trapped, so I mold myself wings of feathers and hardened wax. ~ Of my fate, I lie, unaware, this journey, thought abstract. But left unsponsored by each king, I slip on flight and watch my feet retract. ~ Here dwells I, an…

By Nola Killpack It seems inevitable that we will all encounter overwhelming stress, anxiety, and uncertainty in the weirdness that is life under the COVID-19 pandemic. I’ve always found that one of the best ways to escape reality is through art and, although brick and mortar galleries and museums are closed indefinitely, there are many…