There are days I wake already falling. Not from a rabbit hole but from yesterday's certainty, watching it unravel before my feet. The maps insist there should be roads here. Instead, conversations with what feels abstract, questions that answer themselves, doors that ask for smaller versions of me and clocks that refuse to recognise the…
Nestled quietly in the Scottish Borders, the town of Duns is not a place that screams for attention. Before visiting, I’d never heard of it. However it is a beautiful town and steeped in history. After attending its annual theatre and performing arts festival Duns Playfest, I’ve realized that it is home to something truly extraordinary. This unassuming town bursts into life for nine days each May, becoming the stage for a celebration of creativity, passion and community that is both powerful and enchanting.
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…