by Maxima Kahn | Dec 9, 2015 | Creative Sparks, Inspired Creativity, Soulful Living
When there are hard times in the world—violence, war, destruction of the earth, suffering—it is easy for some of us to spiral into doubt about the value of our art and art-making. Shouldn’t I be doing something more important to help? Shouldn’t I at least be... by Maxima Kahn | Nov 23, 2015 | Poems
Already late October and where did September go? In the garden crocuses push up through the leaf fall. Everything’s confused here. It’s California, caught in weird, autumnal thrall. California, like a page thumbed open, exposed to weathers, like a recitation of... by Maxima Kahn | Nov 23, 2015 | Poems
1 a space of partial illumination (as in an eclipse) between the perfect shadow on all sides and the full light 2 a surrounding or adjoining region in which something exists in a lesser degree: fringe maybe we had been talking about this a long time, the sky growing... by Maxima Kahn | Nov 23, 2015 | Poems
to love is pearl medicine terrifying transformation oozing grit and spit unwinding to original aura to love is unveiled garbage poems in the furrows a restless gypsy at the crossroads earthward and earth bound hardest homecoming a house with the dirt... by Maxima Kahn | Nov 23, 2015 | Poems
this morning my body wrapped like a cord like something caving in on itself the little stone in my chest knocking in its cavity and though the sun strikes white-gold on the evergreens and a man on the radio mentions the Academy of St. Martin in the Fields, and...