
How beautiful the thought, that
Like an artisan,
Like tradesfolk,
Some humans may build for themselves
A house of the flesh
That feels like home.
Michelangelo said,
“I saw the angel in the marble
And carved until I set him free.”
How god-like,
To hold your identity within your palms,
And sculpt the shape of it
In your own true image.
To set yourself free from the
Shackles of the Self
(self-imposed or not)
And forge your reality
From sketched to solid.
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Hannah Mitchell has been writing poetry since she was old enough to scribble. A teacher of English, she earned her master’s degree at Piedmont College and has been in education for over fifteen years. Mitchell’s work has been published through the Tupelo Press 30/30 Project, The Ignatian literary magazine, and the online literary journal You Might Need To Hear This. She is a Southern Appalachian woman who has battled mental illness while earning her degrees, working full-time, and raising two daughters.
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Born in Buffalo, New York, Mark Yale Harris spent his childhood enthralled in a world of drawing and painting. Though honored for his creative endeavors, he was encouraged to pursue a more conventional career. After finding conventional success, the artistic passion that existed just beneath the surface was able to present itself. Harris began sculpting, and has since created an evolving body of work in stone and bronze, now featured in public collections, museums and galleries worldwide, including: Hilton Hotels; Royal Academy of London; Marin MOCA; Four Seasons Hotels and the Open Air Museum – Ube, Japan.
