Notes on a Crafted Life, part 1
I try to (re)construct my life
from tiny bits of colored paper, scraps of
fabric, ends of yarn, old junk
filled with someone elses memories.
I am a collage, a simple
set of collected shadows
interlocked behind bright colors of
a (un)created world.
I am 400 years of handed down traditions,
lost in a house fire in 1923, drowned in a
flood in 1917, misplaced in a big move in 1958…

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