Color is all around us
…if we only take the time to look.
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Scene from Stonypoint Farm ca. 1975 (A Word...
STUART DYBEK Scythe In the barn demoted to garage, The ax in a cherry stump can’t be budged. Daylight perforates siding despite the battered armor of license plates — corroded colors, same state: decay, their dates the only history of whoever tilled the soil and left, as a welcome, the skull of a possum nailed to the door, and the trail of lime to the torn sack in a corner where...
The Beginning of a Respectful Conversation