Wednesday, November 20, 2019

ghost landscapes: a travelogue

"Now, I'm all void and riverbeds, the inside/outside game where I lose every round. Where my molars are aching and useless and as large as a thoroughbreds when I bite down on the conductors thumb.  When I take the bit and fall asleep for days while he slowly strokes my hair."


This weeks digitization project is a short series of prose poems and painted landscape postcards from the Books & Objects series in 2014.  Enjoy!

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