In 2017 I did a collage sketchbook and submitted it to the Brooklyn Art Museum where it was then digitized. This is a great art project for budding artists of any age. To learn more and submit a sketchbook go here
The year she stopped eating and working and talking, she devolved, draping cloth over mirrors, not brushing her teeth. She went from Emily Dickinson to Sylvia Plath to Anne Sexton, reading their work over and over, copying their words. A day came. She reached for a pencil... cracked egg, hot griddle. Her first poem filled two pages. She now eats oatmeal and wanton soup from the Chinese restaurant.
Her recollection was vague, faded. Had
it ever happened?
Possibly a dream, forgotten, confused.
He looks at her. She should ask.
Do you...?
Did you...?
His blink washes away a tear.
She remembers.
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