I used to think love arrivedalready named. That someone would hand it to me like a language.One others had learned in childhood while I was absent. I thought love was duty. Not warmth.Not always kindness. Just…remaining. I mistook proximityfor affection. Silencefor safety. Obligationfor care. Then, I thought love was fireworks. It was warm fuzzy and…
Unveiled The moment is finally here. I’m honoured to share the first edition of Unveiled with you. This marks the beginning of a new chapter, one that weaves together my art and the deeper layers behind the work I create. Unveiled is more than just a magazine; it’s a space for reflection, expression, and connection.…
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Spoken Word Poetry ©️ Stacie Amelia Contemporary Fine Artist · Inadvertent Incognita ©️ Spoken Word Poem This poem was inspired by an interpersonal exchange this week. Inadvertent Incognita When you think, feel and know that you lived, there’s a story of what happened but nothing to prove that it did. Nothing of substance than can…