Pastel - Sam W. Pisciotta

Skipping Through Darkness

By Sam Pisciotta | January 14, 2020September 17, 2022 by Sam Pisciotta

Traveler: This place seems familiar. Have I been here before? Oberon: (looking up from the slow-moving river to take in the traveler) Where are you comparing it to? Traveler: I was walking along a riverbank very much like this one. And suddenly there was this shadow. Oberon: Excuse me, did you say shadow? Traveler: Well, not so much a shadow as a rustling of leaves. I mean it was a rustling of leaves until the…

Charcoal Pastel Poetry Reflection on Theme

Men in Holes

By Sam Pisciotta | July 27, 2018October 11, 2021 by Sam Pisciotta

We come from darkness. We come from the earth. And it’s where we’ve been heading since the moment of birth. Escape is in our nature. We struggle from the womb, riding the waves of contractions to our first taste of air. The sunlight helps us grow stronger and taller and farther away. But our feet were built to stay on the earth, toes curling into the soil like roots. Sturdy legs to bare the weight…