Patricia Clark (learn more about her work here) recently completed a residency here at Centrum. She has generously agreed to allow us to reprint a couple of stanzas from one of her recently completed poems, which describe this area in springtime beautifully.
When the battleship gray clouds match walls
someone better go out, go dance and forget.
There are maps in the car, sand on the floor.
There’s a coastline eroding with the tide, so go.
Outside, the birds crank up cries like jazz.
Outside, the four suds buildings make a square.
Where the bay glints pewter and takes no prisoner.