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Circus

1. I cut my thumb open on a knife and it believed it was sleeping – the skin puckered like the mouth of a fish. The blood was like a horse narrowing herself through a fence, through a canal into another city. 2. Tomorrow, she said, tomorrow – pointing at a pair of air balloons… Read More Circus

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Sistine Chapel

  One day you took the time and you inverted your children on a stained-glass window. The unusual shapes hung upside-down. Their hair turned white, their eyes transparent— and wings developed along their backs like scales, stars sprinkled around the moon.

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Inversion

  There will come a day when no one— literally no one— will carry a Polaroid camera. You walk through a corn field realize the machines have learned to walk. The water turns to ice, turns to mold hung within a tree— your hair long trimmed with wind, fossilized on a stone.

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Art Museum

  1. There are still fields where the crops split open into other fields. The crows become a canyon that opens its mouth revealing a dust storm.   2. You walk into a museum and focus on a set of inverted paintings— a cropping of heads mounted on pivoting sticks that sing.

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I am not this tree.

Where did these bricks come from – perhaps they were trees and olive branch burned in a santuary window. As though to throw off the jack-in-the-box image, the mouth of an auditorium the Keynote is the inversion of a ghost – what do they aspire to? A tree, a lime – burning with seeds –… Read More I am not this tree.

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The “colossal wreck”

How large must the statue be when buildings are buried like small ships once floating in a sea of sand, flesh-turned -clay figurines walking under the dome that is brushed with sand and wind and grass that touches two amputated legs. * Inspired by “Ozymandias” by Percy Bysshe Shelley

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Corn Field

1. A house was parked floating on a vineyard where scarecrows frowned upon a funeral. The mother said, “And this is where you were made –” pointing to the area between her legs. 2. That winter, corn stalks and cactus leaves coexisted. The child pictured a machine fueled by wax and steel, by jars of… Read More Corn Field

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