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poems from the frye. 1. [emotional intensity theory]
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poems from the frye. 1. [emotional intensity theory]

ByKymberlee

Yesterday, I spent several hours alone at The Frye Art Museum drinking in the “Moment Magnitude” exhibit. I wrote pages in my journal. Random things I overheard people saying, snippets from the art descriptions or the videos and my own feelings and thoughts that arose. I also took pictures of things strangers had posted in…

bricolage project day 4 [perceived]
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bricolage project day 4 [perceived]

ByKymberlee

Each day during the month of October, I’m creating an ephemeral bricolage art piece.  I choose a random word from a book on my shelf by opening a page in the book and pointing to a word without looking.  I also started creating a rule for each piece because I like constraints. Today’s rule was paper….

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wild things grow over fences

ByKymberlee

on the road i travel i pass this nearly every day this gangly fennel growing over barbed wire (it makes my heart ache) i have longed to capture it to let it in my heart (to understand the ache) yesterday, it happened i stopped and it let me capture it (for a moment) i realized…

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uncontainable luxury

ByKymberlee

oh! the uncontainable luxury of a spacious saturday morning as we stretched out on your bed limbs entangled skin to skin we spoke of the spaciousness of the land of man’s need to contain it and the earth’s persistence in asserting herself i– drew a pattern on your beautiful back to illustrate a river’s path…

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holy harmony

ByKymberlee

she came this morning during morning mediation with chanting and toning (shimmering beauty) we snuggled and spoke of sunlit memories and private gardens (naked in the buttercups) we conjured a place to dwell filled with peace and flowers (art-making and altars) she toned and we chanted peace to all beings (including ourselves) May all hearts…