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The Landscape Between Us
We were companions and conspirators. We wrote first drafts of poems in Catherine’s orchard using common titles or opening lines. Side by side we painted words into large canvases. And pressed words into cloth and paper scrolls that we could hang, fly like kites, banner, prayer flags. The artist book used dos-a-dos structure placing a signature of each of our poems back to back with a common cover to reflect the landscape between us.
We were companions and conspirators. We wrote first drafts of poems in Catherine’s orchard using common titles or opening lines. […]
Your orchard, birdbath, the only sky blue propane tank for miles, compose my map. I drive through pale green, follow […]
We light the fire. A cat jumps through the air. The tress bend closer to hear us. Sometimes inside the […]
My sleep melts over me. I draw the dream closer. Suddenly morning barefoot in the kitchen. Dawn throws confetti across […]
Avoiding the tide of a stranger in another room, I walk to my sea. I long for unbroken shorelines, mourn […]
How could our separate work and mediums take new form together? How could photography and paintings come together with words? […]
Sleeping Beauties is the name cartographers give blank spaces. Spring runoff from the Sangres fills the river. Geese return. The […]