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Poetry

Becoming, Together

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"Feels like home."

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building a life with another person
looks more like breaking:

breaking out of old casts
of who we always were,

breaking the expectations
of what we prefer

breaking free from
comfort zones,
calloused hearts,
and cautious conversations.

breaking out of the old,
to make room for the new.

becoming a better me
to grow closer to you.

—

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Poetry

Muse

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Natural light in a loft located in Springfield, Missouri.

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A muse can be
a collection of careful little things
or a perfect shade of sea-foam green

A muse can be
the doting sound of jazz
or a love that’s gone quiet

A muse for me
Is the easily overlooked
In the small and slightly forgotten

—

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Poetry

To next year’s summer

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Creative photography by Paige Muller

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and forget how it feels
to be hit in the face with humidity
and almost die from boredom
without anyone telling us how
to occupy our time
so we fill it with
lovers and adventures
while the days keep
passing and all we’re
left with is a bunch of
random memories
and a melancholia for
next year’s summer.

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Insights

a note about artistic intentions-

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Sculpture room located in the heart of the Louvre Museum in Paris, France.

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moments of silence to ourselves.

transparency with our loved ones.

slow steps of growth followed by louder criticisms of doubt.

 

It’s things like these that breed impactful art, because art is not to showcase the extravagent, unattainable or unimaginable;

art is to show others that finding meaning in life is less about opportunity and more about paying attention.[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][vc_column column_padding=”no-extra-padding” column_padding_position=”all” background_color_opacity=”1″ background_hover_color_opacity=”1″ column_link_target=”_self” column_shadow=”none” column_border_radius=”none” width=”1/3″ tablet_width_inherit=”default” tablet_text_alignment=”default” phone_text_alignment=”default” column_border_width=”none” column_border_style=”solid” bg_image_animation=”none”][image_with_animation image_url=”8006″ alignment=”” animation=”Fade In” border_radius=”none” box_shadow=”none” max_width=”100%”][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row type=”in_container” full_screen_row_position=”middle” scene_position=”center” text_color=”dark” text_align=”left” overlay_strength=”0.3″ shape_divider_position=”bottom” bg_image_animation=”none”][vc_column column_padding=”no-extra-padding” column_padding_position=”all” background_color_opacity=”1″ background_hover_color_opacity=”1″ column_link_target=”_self” column_shadow=”none” column_border_radius=”none” width=”1/3″ tablet_width_inherit=”default” tablet_text_alignment=”default” phone_text_alignment=”default” column_border_width=”none” column_border_style=”solid” bg_image_animation=”none”][image_with_animation image_url=”8011″ alignment=”” animation=”Fade In” border_radius=”none” box_shadow=”none” max_width=”100%”][/vc_column][vc_column column_padding=”no-extra-padding” column_padding_position=”all” background_color_opacity=”1″ background_hover_color_opacity=”1″ column_link_target=”_self” column_shadow=”none” column_border_radius=”none” width=”1/3″ tablet_width_inherit=”default” tablet_text_alignment=”default” phone_text_alignment=”default” column_border_width=”none” column_border_style=”solid” bg_image_animation=”none”][image_with_animation image_url=”8009″ alignment=”” animation=”Fade In” border_radius=”none” box_shadow=”none” max_width=”100%”][/vc_column][vc_column column_padding=”no-extra-padding” column_padding_position=”all” background_color_opacity=”1″ background_hover_color_opacity=”1″ column_link_target=”_self” column_shadow=”none” column_border_radius=”none” width=”1/3″ tablet_width_inherit=”default” tablet_text_alignment=”default” phone_text_alignment=”default” column_border_width=”none” column_border_style=”solid” bg_image_animation=”none”][image_with_animation image_url=”7999″ alignment=”” animation=”Fade In” border_radius=”none” box_shadow=”none” max_width=”100%”][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row type=”in_container” full_screen_row_position=”middle” scene_position=”center” text_color=”dark” text_align=”left” overlay_strength=”0.3″ shape_divider_position=”bottom” bg_image_animation=”none”][vc_column column_padding=”no-extra-padding” column_padding_position=”all” background_color_opacity=”1″ background_hover_color_opacity=”1″ column_link_target=”_self” column_shadow=”none” column_border_radius=”none” width=”1/1″ tablet_width_inherit=”default” tablet_text_alignment=”default” phone_text_alignment=”default” column_border_width=”none” column_border_style=”solid” bg_image_animation=”none”][vc_column_text]

(So, I would almost suggest that:)

if what you create doesn’t encourage your viewer to appreciate their own surroundings, then what are you really doing?

There is a lot of noise that makes us want to be different:

our bodies thinner,

pockets fuller,

love life richer.

It’s this wishful thinking that capsizes our appreciation for here and now and with whom. So, as bold as it may be, I would ask that if in some way the art you chose to practice only heightens yourself, stop and rethink:

who are you creating for?

and what are you saying?

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Poetry

Drifting

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"Feels like home."

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If you sense that I am drifting

you are probably right.

I’ve been like this for quite some time

—in fact

the current has been

so quick that

I haven’t even found

the right moment

to let you know

I’m already gone.

—

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Stories

Toxic Sands

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A reflection on what was.

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At some point we all feel like aliens in the place we once called home.

[/vc_column_text][vc_column_text css=”.vc_custom_1548572994406{margin-right: 20px !important;margin-left: 20px !important;}”]The place that is so instilled in us that we know it by each of our senses. Even without sight, we know it by the smells and every crevice and hiding spot. Take away our hearing and still, we taste the winds that once carried us.

So, when did it all turn to ruins. How can the soil where our seeds were sewn turn barren. Where there was so much growth, now only resides tender reminders of what used to be and what never was.

We remember flourishing forests, yet now as our eyes are opened, there are only toxic sands. Void of life. Empty of nutrients.

Was it negligence? Minutes turned years of laxity? I retrace the steps I once walked in, and still I see my imprints engrained in the Sandhills, without interruption. I was here, it was well, but now, look at this wasteland—no love can further take root here.[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row type=”in_container” full_screen_row_position=”middle” scene_position=”center” text_color=”dark” text_align=”left” overlay_strength=”0.3″ shape_divider_position=”bottom” bg_image_animation=”none”][vc_column column_padding=”no-extra-padding” column_padding_position=”all” background_color_opacity=”1″ background_hover_color_opacity=”1″ column_link_target=”_self” column_shadow=”none” column_border_radius=”none” width=”1/1″ tablet_width_inherit=”default” tablet_text_alignment=”default” phone_text_alignment=”default” column_border_width=”none” column_border_style=”solid” bg_image_animation=”none”][image_with_animation image_url=”6032″ alignment=”center” animation=”Fade In” border_radius=”none” box_shadow=”none” max_width=”100%”][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row type=”in_container” full_screen_row_position=”middle” scene_position=”center” text_color=”dark” text_align=”left” overlay_strength=”0.3″ shape_divider_position=”bottom” bg_image_animation=”none”][vc_column column_padding=”no-extra-padding” column_padding_position=”all” background_color_opacity=”1″ background_hover_color_opacity=”1″ column_link_target=”_self” column_shadow=”none” column_border_radius=”none” width=”1/1″ tablet_width_inherit=”default” tablet_text_alignment=”default” phone_text_alignment=”default” column_border_width=”none” column_border_style=”solid” bg_image_animation=”none”][image_with_animation image_url=”6033″ alignment=”center” animation=”Fade In” border_radius=”none” box_shadow=”none” max_width=”100%”][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row type=”in_container” full_screen_row_position=”middle” scene_position=”center” text_color=”dark” text_align=”left” overlay_strength=”0.3″ shape_divider_position=”bottom” bg_image_animation=”none”][vc_column column_padding=”no-extra-padding” column_padding_position=”all” background_color_opacity=”1″ background_hover_color_opacity=”1″ column_link_target=”_self” column_shadow=”none” column_border_radius=”none” width=”1/1″ tablet_width_inherit=”default” tablet_text_alignment=”default” phone_text_alignment=”default” column_border_width=”none” column_border_style=”solid” bg_image_animation=”none”][image_with_animation image_url=”6034″ alignment=”center” animation=”Fade In” border_radius=”none” box_shadow=”none” max_width=”100%”][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row type=”in_container” full_screen_row_position=”middle” scene_position=”center” text_color=”dark” text_align=”left” overlay_strength=”0.3″ shape_divider_position=”bottom” bg_image_animation=”none”][vc_column column_padding=”no-extra-padding” column_padding_position=”all” background_color_opacity=”1″ background_hover_color_opacity=”1″ column_link_target=”_self” column_shadow=”none” column_border_radius=”none” width=”1/1″ tablet_width_inherit=”default” tablet_text_alignment=”default” phone_text_alignment=”default” column_border_width=”none” column_border_style=”solid” bg_image_animation=”none”][vc_video link=”https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HureElazy-M&feature=youtu.be”%5D%5B/vc_column%5D%5B/vc_row%5D%5Bvc_row type=”in_container” full_screen_row_position=”middle” scene_position=”center” text_color=”dark” text_align=”left” overlay_strength=”0.3″ shape_divider_position=”bottom” bg_image_animation=”none”][vc_column column_padding=”no-extra-padding” column_padding_position=”all” background_color_opacity=”1″ background_hover_color_opacity=”1″ column_link_target=”_self” column_shadow=”none” column_border_radius=”none” width=”1/1″ tablet_width_inherit=”default” tablet_text_alignment=”default” phone_text_alignment=”default” column_border_width=”none” column_border_style=”solid” bg_image_animation=”none”][nectar_cta btn_style=”underline” heading_tag=”h6″ link_type=”regular” alignment=”center” link_text=”See The Full Editorial” url=”https://sightsandsouls.co/fashion/toxic-sands”%5D%5B/vc_column%5D%5B/vc_row%5D