I converted a section of the poem into a Photoshop brush and created amandala. I then layered the mandala with a pattern and clipped out a section. A conversation with my psychiatrist inspired me to write the poem. He asked me why my feelings of hopelessness led to thoughts of […]

My great-grandmother had a younger brother who volunteered for the Iowa National Guard just after the Pancho Villa expedition into Mexico. After America became embroiled in World War I, he was sent to Europe to fight in the trenches. He was injured in July of 1918 and died from his […]

Misophonia by Pam Winter Sound Sufferer, Sanity Sucker, Serenity Slapper, Soundless Sobbing. Small sounds – Huge problemsBreathing, chewing, chomping, slurping, bowl bangingpen clicking, keyboard tapping, whistling, walking… Eyes engorged with sound,synapses tied in a jumble of knotsimplode with another breath. Trapped in a crater of insanitynoise echoes, brain howls.emotions eruptfragments […]

Being a part of Path with Art for so long People coming and going Some staying, like me Friends Many, many friends But what about those friends who drift away? Remember Eric? Where is Eric? Blind A nice guy Young A gentleman Where is Owen? A professional dumpster diver I […]

Neysa has been working on getting the video and audio right for quite awhile, and thankfully she has persevered and captured her poem in quality high definition for posterity. Please watch or give it a listen, or both. Bex, by the way, is a fan.

She said to usI need a nudgeWithout a pushI just won’t budge Call it a blockTo write my wordsMore like a rockPerch for some birds Toss me a themeFloat me a boatIf it’s a dreamI’ll help it float Pen to a pageFingers on keysIt’s just a stageLeaves off of trees […]

Ode to My Mom Mother’s Day, May 10, 2020 By Holly Jacobson You were not a Kool-Aid mom. No grape jelly. No white bread. Ugly peanut butter, ugly brown apple butter. I was a lunch room outcast. And now I know. You were right. Peaches. Hanging like a sunset, a […]

“As a writer, I look to expand my range. Poetry has always been challenging and I was excited to start the Spoken Word class through PWA. The teaching artist, Samuel, had a way to aid your writing that I haven’t experienced before. This was the result.” — Michelle M. In […]