Category: art
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Paper Wasp Nest on My Birthday
A long time ago, I held one in a box, not a shoe box, but something else square and sturdy enough to carry into time the fragile mulching of a horde of wasps, not stingers, but paper wasps that still fill the dark corners of my childhood barns with beautiful lamps that do not light…
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A Recruiter, on Assignment for Meta, Emails me through Linked In about a Photography Knowledge Expert Position . . . and I Ponder
An invitation by Meta to become a “photography knowledge expert” gets the poet in me to musing on accidental beauty and AI.
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Far in the Old Homesteader’s Field
the elk wake me. Cold morning, early fire.As if the world should be beautiful here, now, cloud bank portending not snowbut the glaze of cow fences, my finger burn of cold. Amid the world burning, amid its razing,this moment’s abyss turns me back to naked trees in white sunlight. How can I speak this in another…