Only my eyes have traversed the lines of Antelope Canyon, the twisted wind sculptures of Time, the remix artist, whose playful grin and material makes the most of what Earth has to offer
for the #NWP #writeacrossamerica project (Arizona)
A place to gather words before they get lost.
Only my eyes have traversed the lines of Antelope Canyon, the twisted wind sculptures of Time, the remix artist, whose playful grin and material makes the most of what Earth has to offer
for the #NWP #writeacrossamerica project (Arizona)
Some still dig deep into this earth, the past condensed into their skin like pressed stones, mottled with dust and dirt and stories and home
for the #NWP #writeacrossamerica project (Eastern Kentucky)
Isolation sleepers spare-room keepers teachers in school be-labor-ed day believers young mind features keep-safe preachers while back at home, we become quarantine creatures
— for all my education colleagues at the start of the year
These days, every leaf transforms into works of art; nighttime coloring
for Algot
We close our eyes as the end of summer breeze blows by; nothing today but clear blue skies
for #ds106
His name is feud, the Rowan County kind of carelessness, where story threads always end with the reminder of a promise:
“Remember what you swore to do .... Keep your word”
and so a place becomes reborn, as does a name
for the #NWP #writeacrossamerica project (Eastern Kentucky)
What gobbledygook we took and whatnot, too so flummoxed with malarky, bamboozled by you
for #ds106
We were fourteen and on the move of his family farm's twisting hillside cowpaths with borrowed shotguns and no plans when the flock of geese announced their arrival and I shot my first shot ever with no aim at all, just pointing to the sky and pulling the trigger, and watching something once alive falling from the sky, my gut clenched tight as my friend shouted, and later, plucking the feathers and chewing the rangy meat I regretted every moment I became that hunter
for the #NWP #writeacrossamerica project (North Dakota)
ıʄ ơŋƖყ ɛ۷ɛཞყ ɬყ℘ɛʄąƈɛ ῳɛཞɛ ą ʂɛƈཞɛɬ ℘Ɩąƈɛ ῳɧɛཞɛ ℘ơɛɱʂ ɠơ ɬơ ʂƖɛɛ℘ - ı'ɖ ℘ơıŋɬ ɬơ ɬɧɛ ʂ℘ąƈɛ ῳɧɛཞɛ ῳơཞɖʂ ཞųŋ ɖɛɛ℘
for #ds106
Standing still in the exact center of this country, one senses nearly simultaneously how solid and yet how fragile it all is, these fault lines cracking, and how tired is this turtle of foreverness, its carapace not quite designed for something like this
for the #NWP #writeacrossamerica project (North Dakota)