It felt positively SOLID, a thud and “oof.” The fact that it occurred in the WORST, most unpleasant dream of falling and landing did nothing to mitigate the sense of hitting the hard ground, or a rock ledge or whatever it was that her unconscious mind had dredged up. What time is it anyway? Time to roll over and try to sleep more or time to ROUSE herself from the cosy nest of blankets?

Georg’ann

The Children’s Museum & Streets Beyond

Coming in from a walk along the lake
we are greeted by a wide wall of faces
that spin individually, each in its own clear case.
Faces made with scraps of paper and PASTE.
No two alike, on their own whimsical.
Pieced and placed together, a diverse community
secure on this SHORE

Further inland conditions are WORSE
Worn faces stare out from homes
made with scraps of cardboard.
Pieced and placed in isolation,
steady pulse of people passing by
does not ROUSE anyone to anything.

Heather