Art is never still, it moves, with an almost restless intensity, from one moment of inspiration to the next. It takes many forms and each form enriches the other. I am so pleased to offer you art inspired by, and art that inspires, poetry. From music, to dance, to rap, to humor, to visual art, all art forms are related, one to the other; sustaining one another, validating one another and perhaps, most importantly, inspiring one another. I am excited and truly honored to be presenting these guest artists, as they share their talents and artistic forms of expression with us.
“…The willow weeps into the pond kissed by sun caressed by rain…”
Susan A. Katz
“…and now to think that all those tears
were sadly shed in vain…” – SAK
“The word is spoken by a touch a smile your hand in mine…”
Susan A. Katz
“…and in your touch love
blossoms like a flower blessed
by the sun turning the world
divine…” – SAK
The me inside of me cannot be programmed or rebooted…
Susan A. Katz
I live I breathe I feel I care
you transfer who I am to a machine
and everything within me is diminished
tainted and diluted…
“There is in every life in every heart that beats in every mind that wonders at the mystery of living…
Susan A. Katz
…the simple truth that we
become something grander
something more than simply us
when we stop taking and begin
giving…” – SAK
“How long can you squint against the glare see beyond the dark hold your breath…”
Susan A. Katz
“…before all is lost in shadow
and despair and your held
breath is exhaled in death…”
“All things are captured in the solemn silence of stones…”
Susan A. Katz
“…they are what’s left of everything that ever was
Is yet to be they are beneath
the vulnerable flesh of earth
the permanence of bones…” – SAK
“As children we can see in every living thing…”
Susan A. Katz
“…their worth – their beauty – their humanity…”
A little thing your hand in mine and yet it makes us strong…
Susan A. Katz
…together is the place where I
know that I belong… – SAK
“I weep alone a shattered stone my tears unseen and no one hears my cries…
Susan A. Katz
…and yet it seems
a light ray streams
between the place
where joy and pain
collide…”
“Words are waiting to be born torn from the mind the heart the soul…”
Susan A. Katz
“simple as thoughts
promises the shadow
of a poem words wait to
inform inspire and console…” – SAK