“My only real enemy is what is going inside of my own head. Is this good enough? Will other like it? What am I doing this for? The questions just go round and round like a carousel…” Continue reading A Blank Page: The Choice Is Ours
Written and Painted by: Sam Rathvon
Once, in an English class that I did not particularly care for, I heard an amazing story. My professor told of a poet who worked in a field. It was said that he could feel a poem coming like a calm breeze passing through the grains of wheat. The poet would run as fast as he could back to the house to find some means of capturing the poem; always hearing its inspiration drawing nearer and nearer. Sometimes, he would make it back to his house in time to gather some paper and ink before the train passed his station. However, there were just as many times when he felt the poem pass him by like a gust in the wind. Gone forever, and never to return.
The poem was in search of someone to capture. Continue reading “Fear, Frustration, and Creation”