Signing my name –
a circle drawn in wet clay
Who is it that speaks
of a thousand years?
Surely I have seen nothing close
Hushed by the gusting wind
my voice is carried away
like a leaf now half buried
in the clay bed
by Carole Epp | Nov 9, 2013 | call for entry, emerging artist, job posting, monday morning eye candy, movie day, residency opportunity, show us your influences, technical tuesday | 0 comments