the carapace

crowning glory

of the incubator

where dreams came of age

must be shed

must be shed

and ready dreams

gathered in as grapes

by harvest moonlight

or shrivel

shrivel and die


die on the vine

so I try.

Author: Julie Ann Stevens

My art flows from the patterns & paths of my lived experience which ⏤ like yours ⏤ are at once deeply personal and entirely universal.

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