October - 2018

Ars Poetica

Circa 2015 To My Poet, I am a cursive body running laps on your notepad telling you the story of how we first met. I am the best type...

Circa 2015 I sleep at ease when the scent of last night stitches into my clothes. I breathe, and every past good or bad decision we...

Circa 2016 There’s a rush that swells your chest and suddenly you discover lust in slow motion. My heart is ripe. It’s ruddy I look at...

Circa 2016 I am from the sun—the inspired spirit, illuminating language like the warm sound of Good Morning. Living and breathing...

Circa 2017 Just run with it, like you would with a pangram but expand your alphabet and use the inexplicable thoughts that erupt from...

Cumulonimbus tidal waves blanket the sky like an overcast of clean bed sheets calming you into a dream. It’s a lot like having your...

I am one of five girls, and I am the only one among my sisters who isn’t white. Growing up, I was rarely self-conscious of my skin color,...

On Saturday, April 29th, 2017, FIGMENT Project returned to Windsor Lake in North Adams for its second year of creative community...

Turquoise water ripples around your ankles. The translucent hue of blue is vibrant and persuades you to step further into the depths....

The fractal /ˈfræktəl/ is a chaotic phenomenon. A geometrical structure having an irregular or fragmented shape at all scales of...