Tag: creativity
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Butterfly Photography: Tri-unity of Life
~ artwork ~ In May I entered 2 photographs in the Newaygo County Council for the Arts 2025 Statewide Photography Competition and am honored that both were accepted. “Our goal for this show is to exhibit and acknowledge the finest photographers in the state of Michigan and encourage greater growth and achievement in the photographic…
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Love note
oh, sweet poemverse of melodious rhythm and a capellic tonescatching my attention like a cardinal in the snowbringing forth truth to consciousnessrising awareness withinoh, sweet poemmy dear friend -akw- ___©2024 Angel K WillBlog Photo by cottonbro studio from Pexels Live Inspired, Love Well, Laugh OftenCheck out the bookstore; check out the art store
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Pen to Paper
To put pen to paper is my expressionmy heart pours out without hesitation. My deepest desires unite from aboveexpressing joy, peace, and love. But sometimes I’m broken and from this stateI still write out what feels like fate. All situations form for my best.In faith and hope, I find my rest. So whether the skies…
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Punctuation?
A period provides a statement.Take it or leave it.It is what it is.Are you expecting more? The colon: rank and file, orderly and utilitarianIt’s use: lists, descriptors, goals, structureBut might it be done with more pizzazz?The em dash—bold, different, beautiful. The semi-colon is a rambling statement.Might a re-arrangement of words and thoughts be useful and…
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Poetry
Anything and everythinginspires.That is the beautyof writingpoetry. -akw- ___ ©2022 Angel K WillBlog Photo by Gaspar Zaldo from Pexels Live Inspired, Love Well, Laugh Often.Check out the bookstore; check out the art store.
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Stuck.
Staring at the blank page,thoughts collide in my mind, creating fragments.These fragments jumble into a mess of letters,losing their coherency. The rigid constraint of these thoughts between my ears is like a prisonwith the gates of freedom being that first word. I tap my pen on my desk and stare.I stare for a long while.Then…
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Declaration
my spirit was drying upwithering under these concernsof an enemy that we can’t seean enemy that doesn’t seem to bethat dangerous to mesince the majorityare recovering just fine it’s been eleven days, that’stwo hundred and sixty-four hourssince NYC started going darkand i’m left craving human touch for i’m new in this city and nowisolated by…
Angel K Will 