Category Archives: …scenograph

Autumn Sometimes Walks To Summer

Sweetgum trees, with ruddy leaves like stars, their scent fills autumn air from darkened ground to morning sky. Their trunks are long-stretched, rugged necks. Or are they legs, in stockings dark and rough? Do sweetgums walk at night? The dark … Continue reading

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Autumn Sometimes Walks To Summer: Verbose

Sweetgums’ autumn scent claims this sacred clearing from the darkened, dappled ground up to the morning sky. A canopy of intermittent starry fire is held above the sweetgums’ long-stretched, rugged necks. Or are these columns legs, in stockings made of … Continue reading

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Sky Blue

the places, to live and to be, for the artist that’s inside of me, in wrenched-apart clouds were born, from skies broken open by storm: when i was a baby my mom carriaged me outside our home. my real mom … Continue reading

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Necco Magic

Items required for Necco Magic: Summer nights. Central New York State’s Finger Lakes. Specifically, Lake Keuka, shaped like a Y. A foray to Penn Yan or another town, to buy supplies. The green Studebaker. A little childish audacity. The parents, … Continue reading

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