I can't sleep much lately; there are stories unfolding in my head that may or may not be coherent, but I need to get them down. I'm writing more, sleeping less and consuming a bit more wine. Through this, I'm pretty happy.
The thought of contributing to the Penticton Art Gallery show in January is pressing on my grey matter, forcing the story to the simmer burner once in a while. Tonight is one of those nights.
I've hastily drafted prose part II of my submission. Here it is, in the raw.
~ Jeannette
Promise (very bad working title)
Promises, platforms and ponies
the display detracts from content
and we sway so easily
A river of bodies rush in
and slowly trickle out of the
tidal pools, each day
Sitting, standing, riding behind
glass, steel and plastic but not
able to see the real show
Empty, hungry and cold
could describe us on both
sides of the glass
We have a place for
everything, but nothing
is in its' place.
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