Maps

redacted text poem by Anna Cull
redacted text poem by Anna Cull
Blackout poem #16

The maps in our heads

Grow

Through

Trial and error.

We look 

And we look,

We are not satisfied 

Even when it makes sense.


I’m out of practice. It’s been months since my last blog post and years since my last blackout poem. No time like the present to change all that… And if you’re interested in learning more about the art form that is blackout poetry, here is a link with more info.

Happy Christmas from New Zealand

acrylic painting of a New Zealand fantail in the bush painted in a semi-abstract style
‘Piwakawaka’ acrylic on canvas, 225 x 305 mm, 2020. SOLD

A small, gold bauble,
Lightly flitting here and there,
Making Christmas bright.

Wherever you find yourself this Christmas, whatever the circumstances, it is still the season of love and light and family. May the holidays be whatever you need them to be ~ and wishing you all a happy and healthy new year.