I have learned to inhabitthe spaces between words,where truth sitslike morning dew on grass. Once, I thought strength meanttaking up less space,folding myself into cornersuntil my edges disappeared. But wisdom comesin the gentle unfurlinglike ferns in spring,patient and inevitable. My heart has becomea listening room,walls weathered softfrom holding others' stories. There is no grandeur here,only…
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…
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