Resident Artist 2: David Arthur, No. 9
David Arthur, No. 9: OUR WILD FLOWERS On a plateau of wild flowers is where I keep you. No memory ever happened placing you here, but alas, when I think of you, that’s…
David Arthur, No. 9: OUR WILD FLOWERS On a plateau of wild flowers is where I keep you. No memory ever happened placing you here, but alas, when I think of you, that’s…
Resident Artist 3: No. 6 — Lighthouse You know when a big storm hits The lighthouse actually shifts I have measured it The engineers tell me it is impossible But not…
David Arthur, No. 8: Bed of Roses I could not believe a hospital bed was my last form of comfort. The crunch of biohazard plastic and a smell of stale, lifeless environment was…