A crumpled page of some fragmented composition, a canvas with one lone stoke washed upon it, a partially molded bit of clay, a tattered bolt of forgotten cloth, an unraveling of yarn where the needles stopped….Art abandoned becomes a message of its own, the leavings of a heart, expression left untold. —C.L. Fisher, March 2021Continue reading “Leavings”
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Poetic Meanderings 