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A Place at the Table forum: Local News Spot

A Place at the Table | CN2 News The local news station CN2 in Rock Hill picked up the story about our upcoming event next weekend! Kirk had an opportunity to represent Friday Arts Project for this spot. This ran last night on their local news channel and will continue...

Do not be anxious…

About 4AM I was seeking consolation in the book of Job, unable to sleep due to a heavy heart. I was deep in the curse Job pronounced upon the day of his birth and found these beautiful and solemn words… “Let the stars of its dawn be dark; let it hope for light, but...

Some poetry…

Paternal Staccatoed laughter matching the rhythm of his racing feet. Changing his pace to say both "Come on boy!" and "You're not gonna beat me!"   Silence but for the hum of the sterile hospital. His unsteady footfalls say both "I can do this!" and "Your will,...

update: On Beauty | Lecture & Art Exhibit

update: On Beauty | Lecture & Art Exhibit

event update: We were excited to participate this past Friday night in a combination art show and lecture on the topic of Beauty at Kirk’s childhood church, Evangelical Presbyterian Church of Newark, Delaware. About 80 people came to the event where six...

On Beauty | Lecture & Art Exhibit

upcoming event! A subject that has been discussed for millennia, “Beauty” is still important today…maybe more so. But WHAT is it? Why is it important? And how is it related to the Art community and the non-artist community? Is it mere “window dressing”—confined to...

When Kirk met Sarah – in honor of Norah

I thought she was a babe. She thought I was intense. I don’t even remember if she introduced herself. I just knew I wanted to know who the red-headed, freckle-faced, blue-eyed babe was standing behind her friend who was in my way. That was in 2003. I was so enamored...

The submission of Poetry

The world does not need words. It articulates itself in sunlight, leaves, and shadows. The stones on the path are no less real for lying uncatalogued and uncounted. The fluent leaves speak only the dialect of pure being. The kiss is still itself though no words were...

The admission of Poetry

I came upon poetry late in life, and am sorry for that fact. It was four years after I arrived in New York City, the spring of 2002 that I first discovered the wonders of a well turned phrase. I was 34. An invitation came to me for a gathering where poet and soon to...