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Bending Time
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If I could turn back the hands of time
bending time
I would turn corners
jump through the magical loops of mystery
just to find the words to make you feel alright.
If I could bend time
I would squeeze through trees
tumble across the Serengeti
lap, sip, and drink the Atlantic
all to show you the depths of my love
that runs deeper than surface to crust.
The voided crater you were unfortunately given at birth is not yours to own.
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Welcome to the 2017 Transcend Series online Gallery! Scroll down to preview 12 Collections telling true stories of foster-care children cared for by PCHAS. Each collection consists of 4 Art Genres: Poetry, Art, Fashion & Editorial Photography. Proceeds are donated to PCHAS. For Sales Inquiries, more information about this event, Transcend 2019, our collaboration team and PCHAS Click here. Double click any image below to enlarge and scroll.
Collection 1 Bending Time

Poetry by: Karen DeVille



Creative Director, Photographer: Angela Antonson
Limited Edition Prints For Sale
Collection 2 Cutting Through The Noise

Cutting Through The Noise
Cutting through the noise
Drowning my emotions
Numbing my feelings
Cut by cut
My expression of choice
To erase my reality
Empowering my center
An escape of my lonely world
Hoping for something I never knew
Lower I go to reach the floor of my stability
Only to find it loved me cold
But snatched was I from my brutal plan
And help I found from those special hands
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Poetry by: Karen DeVille
Creative Director, Photographer: Angela Antonson
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Collection 3 The Right of Whitney

The Right of Whitney
Home to home
With no place to roam
No place to lay my dreams
Allow my thoughts to scale
Tall building in a single bounce
No place to ease my body
To rest my developmental self
Taken by advances
Raped by monsters
Bitten by the truth
Manipulated to hide my youth
Full of hate
You dared not to claim the mistake
Full of hurt
Yet your words be so curt
You took me in
And wanted me to win
As long as my past felt pins
Didn’t stick to your only kin
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Poetry by: Karen DeVille
Creative Director, Photographer: Angela Antonson
Limited Edition Prints For Sale
Collection 4 The Graduates

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The Graduates
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Odds would say
I’m down for the college count
But the Green’s of love
Stabilized my walk
And taught me to persevere
Through their love and attention
I became a child of mention
No matter my years of cycling homes
I found one to cling to
And one to bring
My sister Nora’s things to
Perseverance is my name
With several scholarships as my gain
I stand tall for I’ve been giving
The walk of a godly figure
To model my future days
Counter to my starting ways
Poetry by: Karen DeVille



Creative Director, Photographer: Angela Antonson
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Collection 5 The Mix of Six

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The Mix of 6
Too many
Too late
Six kids someone must take
Altogether they make
A happy escape
To the family ties of a stranger
Bonded over time
Into a magical line of love
And culture to shine
The light of a lost
Which began in their plight
From the rays of the sun
To brighten the tenderness of a bystander
Who took a stand and said
Not in this land
Should this pack of six be melt
Like a Popsicle stick
Trapped in a box
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Poetry by: Karen DeVille
Creative Director, Photographer: Angela Antonson
Limited Edition Prints For Sale
Collection 6 Embracing The Bag



Embracing the Bag
Addiction
has befallen the children
Addiction
has left them holding the bag
Fear based and love starved
Took a toll of time
To accept the caring nature of another
As one they could cling to
And relax to bring their cares and things to
For their bag held more than things
But scars and tears
Mended only by patience and a weave of a thread
They could hold no matter where they were led
To blossom this three
Into an awesome memory
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Poetry by: Karen DeVille




Creative Director, Photographer: Angela Antonson
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Collection 7 His 1st Love Party

His 1st Love Party
Walking to the cake
My fear is out
I’m developing like the ninja
Sweet icing to eat
And even more to be
A Ninja Turtle for today
In my temporary home
I found those to love me
Those to bridge my journey
With agape healing love
Get on board the 1st Love Party
Leaving the station
6 years in his life journey
We love him as God loves
We worry not
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Poetry by: Karen DeVille



Event Runway Photographer, Bob Manzano & Danny Campbell
Collection 8 Thank You

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Thank You
There I lay
Naked and alone
Born into this world
An addict
Who can they call?
Who would be prepared?
But you were there
Perfect just for me
You were there
To hold me
Console me
To soothe all the pains
I felt inside
You understood
With empathy
For my situation
Conceived from a need
A need of want
A need of lack
A need for a fix
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Poetry by: Karen DeVille



Event Runway Photographers: Bob Manzano & Danny Campbell
Collection 9 One More Time

One More Time
Over and done
I thought at 9
I had won
But it turned out like
The kind of abuse
That I had grew
Silent I
Because I knew
Removed at 4
Then at 5
Stigmatized
With PTSD
Medicated for this
And that, yep too
What more can they
Put on me?
Maybe a tour of DDLD
Developed – delayed
Learning – disabled
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Not yet done
Here are more guns
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Poetry by: Karen DeVille



Event Runway Photographers: Bob Manzano & Danny Campbell
Collection 10 Carly Style

Carly Style
Bim-bam-boom baby
I’m dancing to my special groove
I’ve overcome the odds
I’ve jumped in and flowed
High School, college, working, all this
Maintaining my 3+ GPA
Bim-bam-boom baby
Not just an easy move
But I’m stepping in the sports medicine tune baby
No matter the decade plus in foster care
I’ve stepped out the tough life ‘til I’m bare
Bim-bam-boom baby
I’m dancing to my special groove
Day by day
Tippy-tap-tap tap
Rejoicing all the way!
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Poetry by: Karen DeVille




Creative Director, Photographer: Angela Antonson
Limited Edition Prints For Sale
Collection 11 A Test of Love

A Test of Love
As the sun rises so does my love for you
As you kick and scream
Fighting to be supreme
So will my love for you
Daily I wait for you to test it
So I can show you how deep my love flows
Soon you will see and there I will be
Up to the rising sun
Singing my love for you
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Poetry by: Karen DeVille




Creative Director, Photographer: Angela Antonson
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Collection 12 Living In My Memories

Living In My Memories
Downtrodden and out
No one to hold my hand
No one to understand
A tear, a scream, the horrid dreams
I was living in my memory
I went once
I went twice
To settle in a home
I thought could be my own
To my dismay
All wasn’t in a way
Where I could grow and become the one
I lived to dream that day in my scene
So once again
I’m living in my memories
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Until that day the invite came my way
And in it I found
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Poetry by: Karen DeVille



Creative Director, Photographer: Angela Antonson
Limited Edition Prints For Sale