Thank you to all the storytellers, poets and singers. Your performance art moves us in ways that the daily staccato of dull public language can’t. Tolkien’s lush tales. Amanda Gorman’s poetic honey. U2’s hymns to something grander. The daily news kills the spirit, yet art carries us to heaven where we can enjoy popcorn, cotton […]
As the world’s glittery glamour begins to dim, Smaller points of light are seen. Not gleams of neon pixels shamelessly dancing before our eyes, But beams so pure and pretty, They catch us by surprise.