poetry – Carrie Creamer

September 12, 2025

The Heart of a Town

A town has a heartbeat, just like a person. We forget that. Towns, like bodies, can grow tired, scared, or quiet. They can grieve. They can lose their pulse if not tended to. In Ireland, many towns once thriving now move more slowly. Shops have closed, meeting places stand empty, and there is a sense

Fragments of a daydreamer

On Daydreaming and sitting at tables Truth-The pursuit of it, or whatever that means. I’m still transfixed by it, still deep in projects exploring truth, stories, and memory. So here I am again, musing over old memories and daydreaming about what it’s all really about- nothing new then? Every Wednesday now, I sit down with

Memory and the Shape of Truth

Still – a working painting in progress- Carrie Creamer Still here thinking about memory!—its fluidity, its layers, and its ability to carry both the beauty and the burden and pain of life. I do wonder sometimes though if maybe the stories we tell ourselves and others are never fixed; they shift within all of us