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…
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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…
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By Nola Killpack In my dreams, I fly.No longer must I merely survive,here I can die a thousand times.I shed my body like a huskand emerge a butterfly,carried to the threshold, whereall these worlds meet.I know things too lovelyto exist anywhere, but herewhen I wake they just disintegrate.Slumber pulls me from the depthsuntil I’mburning. Here,…
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HB IN RETROSPECT 