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Where to Begin?
First, we’re skinny-dipping, Sam & I, in a pond in Tennessee,   which is his idea, I should say, & the tree with the rope swing looms darker   than the dark night sky.   Second, the harvest moon, which we came here to see,   is nowhere to be ...

Installation
September 03, 2018
When you leave the museum of contemporary art, opening the doors to midday, you may need a few minutes to reset context: the bike shackled to the sign is only a bike, the sign only a sign, no small white exhibit labels. Out here birds are nothing but their crumb-begging ...

In the Grand Scheme of Things
September 03, 2018
It sounds like someone wound up the wrens and let them go, let them chatter across your lawn   like cheap toys, and from here an airplane seems to fly only from one tree to another, barely   chalking a line between them. We say the naked eye as if the eye could be ...

Penal Cistern Lightning Throne
My skin sack was taken to the Hall of Pictures in the Capitol. My Zipps seemed made to slide across the marble floor. Though careful careful of my balance. So walked slow as the other kids flew by. Slow and serious skater. Past the paintings and the statues of steel men in ...